Best Bacon Poems
Ode To Bacon
I woke up to thoughts of you
I can almost see you now.
I long for just a little lick,
to taste of you somehow.
This hunger in my body,
this hunger in my mind.
Every time I get this urge
it's you I look to find.
I don't know how it happened,
I never even saw it start.
It seems that I was born a man
with bacon in my heart.
The crackle and the sizzle
it is my favorite sound.
The only part I really hate
you come in just one pound.
I think of you I drink of you
you are my finest wine.
Thick sliced and smoked with maple
I'm so glad you are mine.
Piled high on top of bread
or sprinkled on a salad.
Someday of my love for you
someone will write a ballad.
Where I will be the hero
from a fate that's worse than death.
And then spend eternity
with bacon on my breath.
Together as it's meant to be
with all the love we're makin.
Tattooed across my tummy.
My heart belongs to bacon.
Edwin C Hofert
My uncle Dran was an odd sorta man
who never much cared for livestock.
But wouldn't you know he kept a pig he loved so,
and named the fat thing, Ham hock.
Of little he cared but for the pig's dinner fare
and a desire to keep him from block.
No butcher you'd see would stand a chance or a plea,
to separate Dran and Ham hock.
One day on a walk came a squeal and a squawk
as they passed a farmland flock.
As a sow named Bacon took to squalling and chasing,
to the delight of old Ham Hock.
Bacon was bought after a hard bargain fought,
she was Dran's hog for the takin.
And never could one part, the sow and the old fart,
know as Ham Hock and Bacon.
To this day down the lane, if you travel again.
there's a legend for books in the makin.
For the piglets o' plenty, of the pigs, Dran has many,
cause he won't eat Ham hock or Bacon.
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Pink Domino Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
7/29/2016
Placed 10th
I love to hear the bacon sing,
Its wafting essence meant to bring
The slumbered family from their lair
With hopes of sampling morning fare.
Like Siren’s song or Venus’ face
They’re drawn to bacon’s fond embrace.
Now add the scent of waffles warm,
The maple syrup brings the swarm!
Eggs to order, short stacks brown
Biscuits, OJ, rolls renowned,
It never fails a smile to bring,
I love to hear the bacon sing!
I Love to Hear the Bacon Sing
By: Dean Wood
5/1/2017
Couplet
1st Place
May Standard Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
she clarifies bacon grease
to make the popcorn
once it is in the bowl
add seasoning with butter
a tad of garlic, sea salt, sugar
the layers of flavor are a paradise
scattered in each morsel
this means a romantic movie tonight
probably one we have seen quite often
i never tire of this
holding her hand as she tears
with each tear, i fall in love again
she finds ways to make vegetables tempting
baked, fried, steamed, an array of seasoning
appetizers of soft cheese, celery, small sausages
while the cheese brings a subtle creamy softness
the celery mixes in fiber and mild juices
then assaulted by the piquant sausage
as it races upon my pallet
masticating this admixture
i become a contented bovine
mindlessly working the promised pasture
ruminating before i must surrender
heavens touch to the stomach
that precious smile she wears
watching that consuming ecstasy
as a soft moan of pleasure escapes me
they sit upon a thin elongated rectangular plate
which rests between two slim vases
one has a red rose, the other is pink
she never varies in that arrangement
red is her undying love for me
pink is her gratitude to God for our love
while colors never change
she will add different meanings at times
which she announces after grace
you are more than just a loving chef
you are the romantic that inspires me
you are the poet in the kitchen
whose depth lives within so many levels
i never tire of gazing upon her
she is the third rose at dinner
my Blue rose, the unobtainable
is obtained, the chimera realized
each bite i take is another sonnet
she has carefully crafted
in that enchanting cauldron
those soft moans escaping onto her smile
have become my book of best-loved poems
1/16/19 Kismet
O thee I praise, and I sure ain’t fakin’
The fairest ether of carnal substance, our bacon!
That unctuous crunch so satisfying
I can already hear my fat cells sighing
Yea, about you there’s not one thing faulty
You make fried eggs so impeccably salty
A special treat from the Lord, yes I dig
Which is why he hid you inside a pig
Kindly don’t regard me a barbarian,
But you’re proof that God's no vegetarian
There is no shame in how I thee adore
I’d even pick you up after six seconds on the floor
Sweet minutes after, the glorious aftertaste lingers
Extra can be found on my greasy fingers
O dear Lord, may we never run out
Of the sweetest treat behind the muddy snout!
5/16/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Canadian bacon
In stores for the takin
Brought home for the makin
Canadian bacon
Real eggs on the side
Over easy on me
Canadian bacon
Sweet harmony
Canadian Bacon
More meat to the round
Canadian Bacon
More love to the pound
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015
A cowpokes life is a rough one and when he draws his monthly pay,
He mounts his hoss and gallops to town to visit the local cabaret.
He scrubs the manure from his boots and dons a decent pair of jeans,
Hopin' to find some tolerable grub instead of bacon, biscuits and beans!
He spends his days herdin' ornery longhorns and fixin' barbed wire fences,
Ridin' in nasty weather and eatin' dust 'til he nearly loses his senses!
Fer all of this he expects some decent grub at the end of ever' day,
But Cooky dispenses bacon, biscuits and beans the same as yesterday!
Chuck is served up on battered tin plates and tin cups fer slurpin' joe,
And if'n you don't like it, Cooky is mighty quick to tell ya where to go!
The fellers complain to the trail boss but it don't do a damn bit of good.
He tells 'em, "If'n you don't like it here, find yerself another livelihood!"
At the cabaret he's confounded by the chinaware and fancy silverware,
And instead of sittin' on the ground to eat, he sits on a rickety chair!
He consumes a colossal steak with sweet peas and smashed pertaters,
A couple of beers and a salad of onions, lettuce and fresh termaters.
He and his old cayuse slowly meander back to the ranch to hit the hay,
But he'll return to the cabaret next month when he collects his meager pay.
He savored his scrumptious meal of countless calories and proteins,
'Cause he knows that tomorrow he'll be eatin' bacon, biscuits and beans!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
I go out seeking the sun's rays
Cool
White
Plump
Moist
I lay there torturing myself
Hot
Sizzling
Salty
Turning
I return inside
Dry
Brown
Wrinkled
Done?????????
©Donna Jones
For there abide beef, pork and chicken
and the greatest of these is bacon
hot sizzling crispy to the tongue
satiating succulently scrumptious bacon.
For bacon curries no favor
plays the field tempts the stoic and saintly
slides into gustatorial beds
romps with tomato and lettuce
hangs out with eggs, hard boiled and soft
mocks the ten condiments
bathes in the sinful seven
is prideful
lusts after
the last greed filled bite
of gluttony
provokes the envy
of slothful
greasy lust.
Ah, bacon
you grease the skids
of dietary destruction
stalk the fat cells
of cellulitic cravings
tempt the tendrils of scent
with your aphrodisial aroma
inducing a pheromonal fling.
Oh bacon
you promiscuous panderer
curvaceous little porker
I believe
I trust
I lust
in and after your truth.
John G. Lawless
©11/2/2019
Friend to pancakes and scrambled eggs
Slices of heaven from succulent pigs
No sleepy head can stay asleep
Bacon's aroma makes taste buds weep
No cheeseburger can survive
When Bacon is piled up high
The sandwich of the gods
Bacon from the meat of hogs
Flavor savor smells so good
Eat it Eat it you know I would
Save the grease for extra flavor
Bacon is the taste I favor
Bacon bits make a salad palatable
Bacon strips make liver eatable
Bacon is the real deal
Bacon Bacon for every meal
Bacon cooked with cabbage
Without it life is savage
Bacon is a dog's favorite treat
Forget Fido let me eat
Smoked with hickory or applewood
Cured with sugars is understood
Crisp or chewy Yum Yummy Yum
Maple or peppered give me some
Baked, microwaved or fry
Without it kiss life goodbye
Bacon Bacon fills my freeza
Best part of any pizza
Bacon can never be eaten raw
Buy precooked if no time to thaw
Bacon makes a wonderful jerky
Bacon is pork never turkey.
Bacon
You see them every now and then
through new friends that you make.
Recipes from far and near
that you can cook or bake.
A pumpkin peanut butter crunch
or a cake just made for two.
If you follow the instructions
it tells you what to do.
Ribs cooked in a special sauce
steamed while in a pot.
Add a little cayenne pepper
if you think you want it hot.
A treasure trove of food ideas
like peanut butter fudge.
I swear if I ate it all
I'd probably never budge.
There's food for the young and old
and for the poor and wealthy.
Some even look darn good
designed just for the healthy.
Besides the candy and desserts
the ones I dream of makin.
Is any recipe at all
that you can make with bacon.
Grill it fry it I don't care
break it into pieces.
Stuff it wrap it steam it
stick it in the creases.
If there were prizes to be won
I knew just what would win it.
Any recipe here on earth
that has real bacon in it.
Edwin C Hofert
If there ain't no Bacon in Heaven
I'm gonna keep right on sinning
For hell's where I rather be
If I can enjoy my BLT
Now don't be a judging
No use of nudging
If there ain't no Bacon in Heaven
Then Heaven ain't for me
That pure smell of delight
That gets you to jump up from night
Bacon for breakfast, yes siree
Bacon Bacon all for me
The smell of Bacon
The taste of Bacon
The flavor of Bacon
Crispy, chewy, fry or bake
Bacon Bacon for goodness sake
If there ain't no Bacon in Heaven
That's hard for me to believe
For how could there be no Bacon in Heaven
When Oscar Mayer is the patron saint of meat candy
Yes there is Bacon in Heaven
Saint Peter those angel wings are mine
The taste of Bacon can only be Divine.
Sizzling bacon on grill
Aroma is mouth watering
Forget about that iron will
Think of it without drooling
Smell the wonderful fresh roll
spread with butter what a treat
Waistline may take its toll
But the pleasure you cant beat
Fresh buttered roll, filled with bacon
Brown sauce as well oh yummy
Some people like an egg within
Anticipation is a rumbling tummy
Eat and Enjoy
The incredible superpower
of the aroma of bacon frying
And the pungent scent
of fresh brewed coffee…
To me, this shouts out
…“Sunday morning!”…
It has the power to move
The most sleepy persons
The power to lift leaden eyelids
The ability to make frowns
Turn to smiles and evoke memories
Of timeworn kitchen tables
And chipped coffee cups
And cold linoleum floors
No more or less
It’s childhood
It’s parents and grandparents
Old neighborhoods
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
And yet all it truly is
Is a bit of aromatic vapor
Just bacon frying
Coffee brewin’
Anticipation
…And memories…
More disciplined measures
Have become essential,
Apt notice should be taken,
With cycling and walking,
You must now reckon,
And your driving, must lessen,
Humanity, must most certainly
Cut down on it's bacon,
So, to price hikes of food,
Medical costs and fuel
We must all awaken,
For equality worldwide,
Will then steadily increase,
And become the norm,
From every social perspective
And every possible form.
If truth be told, the elite prosper,
The working class pay,
Don’t let tomorrow become
A financial frustration,
Think of the future, don’t let life,
Become pure desperation,
Surviving is paramount,
Ignore politicians, some very mistaken,
Turn off the news on TV,
Feel the freedom and peace this offers,
Pay no attention to adverts,
That try to improve corporate coffers,
Live within your means, never owe money,
For then you are done,
You have your home, family and faith,
Be grateful and keep to a budget,
If you must, then adjust,
Doing so, you will be content and relaxed,
Stressed out days will become fewer,
Until there are none.