How can I be mistaken
Eaten as a mis guile piglet
When I embellish bacon
8/21/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026© Tercet
Bacon comes from a hog with a taste divine
some come from turkeys but I now decline
Suddenly at my grocery what appears
beef bacon for sale and my stomach cheers
Bacon of beef heavily peppered made
but for me no bother I like it that way
Fry it with a little grease and cook it well done
eat it like pork bacon and delicious won
If you are used to favor of bacon from pig
the taste of beef bacon may take awhile to dig
But for me it is a treat to eat
good eating bacon of beef meat.
Had my fill of Finnish fish pie food
it only put me in the mood
for a Swedish meatball
which really and truly
duly answered the call
followed by a Danish bacon pastry
all in all it was quite tasty
hoping I won't glow in the dark
in Iceland I had fermented shark
and creamy tangy skyr à la mode
it's yoghurt with ice cream in Norse code
but of Greenland's daily delicacy
homemade soup I must reveal
a staple of Inuit cuisine
the main ingredient is seal
and for a Norway repast
(as that bird has flown)
I'll leave it 'til the very last
but for cellulose as grub goes
what good
is Norwegian wood?
The sun has sunk out of sight
Marking the dawn of twilight,
Soon, stars sneak in, a delight,
Painting the world silver white,
Every tiny point of light
A bacon in the grey night.
An ode to morning
Might the urges of night
Keep us entangled in
Our love affair
The snares of evening
that one claims their
desires in unashamed
want
That neither love or hate
defines truth
Such debate comes to
be heard with a doubtful
ear
Óde to me as you shall
have me yours
Neither poverty or wealth
Shall be éxcuse for our
togetherness
He wishes me merely
that I am with you
He longest me in spite of
You
Might night blanket the truth
Of our togetherness
that it is script of your undoings
Might the rightousness of
whoredums
Make me woman above all
Else.
Claria Minded Longings
From the book of Trickering Women
Published by
"Though then like me"
An inspiration to Male Madness
"He ain't even noticed"
Performed by
Hoochie and Dame Meanie
Ària Musica
Vhallez and Structure
Performed with permission
From Gett it and Ooh
From big city mußic co.
A fictious media group
Highest ratings ever Collaberation Co.
What’s that in the sky?
It is a plane, is it a bird?
No, it is Space Hog
Flying his magic Persian carpet
Wearing his bacon red cape.
Space Hog to the rescue again!
Delivering wavering Muslims and Jews
To the breakfast of their dreams.
In this way the world is made a better place
One serving at a time.
(2/2/26)
Baking bacon tis a terrible sin,
regardless of the pain I am in.
I'll fry till I die,
with grease in my eye,
and blisters and boils on my skin!
There once was a man who fried bacon,
Naked as the day he was born.
The grease would pop about,
And he would hop about,
Like a mad Lepre-corn!
I realize it doesn't fit the perfect limerick pattern, but it is definitely limerick in spirit.
As all roads lead to Rome
(if not home)
and when there
I do as the Romans do
and pasta alla carbonara
is my favourite meal
not scallopini veal
could not have too much
pork on my fork
and as a kid for the nonce
received the nickname
'Bacon Bonce'
but when in Spain
my brain remains
mainly on a higher plane
(the mountain)
where I enjoy Jamón Serrano
(como el paisano)
produced with a quality guarantee
under the strict control
of and labeled
Consorcio del Jamón Serrano Español
We ate bacon for breakfast
and knew it would be a good day
For with a tummy full of bacon
somehow life just feels okay.
Smell of meat candy makes your mouth water
as frying bacon's scent permeates the house
Sleepy heads awaken hungry to chow
eager children for bacon ready to joust.
The mood of family as happy as can be
for bacon a favorite devour with glee
No need for conversation eat it while you can
never in this house is there leftover bacon.
Breakfast finished and off to do what needs done
starting the day with bacon flavors life with fun
But what about dinner will it seem bland
Mom making BLTs nothing good as more bacon.
Chocolate is for me,
Color me beautiful.
Can dip fried bacon or,
Crunchy with lots of nuts.
Could live with pineapple,
Causing smiles everywhere.
Candy box is great gift.
I had a dream so this is a silly poem.
Bacon
right in front of me
Bacon
with biscuits and gravy
intriguing, this
dream
at a restaurant
leaning
into this close encounter
with “Footloose”
a tasty dream
i’d
awaken a bit hot
not my idol
just a silly
idle dream
relatives
have had close encounters
recently
so apparently
the Bacon’s
been on my mind
he looked
rather tasty
not at all old
really
this is not like me
to crave Bacon
Now, I eat sold bacon a lot
Like the people who'd leave it not,
On Sundays watching the sharp knives
Bent on ending the pigs' poor lives...
Now, I guess it is less water
For cooking pig's son or daughter;
Enough of it owns already,
The bodily supply steady.
A shaking tooth for sold bacon,
To guys with toothache I beckon;
Bad teeth would in its flesh all sink;
About this do not even think...
But dislike I do The Slit-Eyed;
Often stupid down to its hide
Brandishing snouts besides numskulls
Its absurd smell one's senses dulls
And I know it: A grunting bunch
Though they do not as part of lunch.
"Grab it", said Bob rabbit,
And went hop, hop,
The bacon was taken,
From the meat shop,
The cops pulled all the stops,
To catch grub thief,
They searched for bunny smirched,
To Bob's great grief,
He hopped until he dropped,
With fatigue sheer,
His bacon forsaken,
Ran off in fear,
Jack got his bacon back,
Thanked the police,
Chuffed that Bob's work was muffed,
Gave each a piece.
8th April 2023
inspired by Andrea Dietrich's Footles
Meat Market Robbery
Bacon
Taken
Pickpocket Bunny
Grab it
Rabbit
For Margarita Lillico's "Find Your PS Muse" contest
Francis Bacon was self-taught
so images did distort
Known as a figurative
in the mind his image live
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