Ode to Bacon Oh, plate of bacon, how you tempt me so With your sizzle and your crunch I do crave A gift from Gods wrapped in a tasty bow There are no leftovers to even save Why can't I feel myself grow full from you? There are no others that can be as true Your fame is unmatched by any before and it's easy to see with such allure With every new bite, the tears grow stronger This small plate won't last for that much longer As the bacon leaves, I fear what's to come The plate is bare, with not even a crumb Oh, plate of bacon, I still need you so With hope, I pray for more bacon to show
