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In Praise of Bacon (Sonnet)
Oh, this wondrous thing from slaughtered swine,
with scrambl'd eggs adorns my plate,
thou delights my tongue with taste divine,
thou art the finest flesh I e'er have ate!
Oh, bless’d glistening strip of greasy stuff,
devour’d from morn' to evening’s feast,
Of thee, dear meat I’ll ne’r be served enough;
no other susten’ce compares; fish nor fowl nor beast.
With lettuce and tomato 'twixt some crispy toast,
or naked from the skillet whence it came,
of all God’s giv’n meats, 'tis you I love the most,
of my desire for thee, I feel not guilt or shame.
So long as I can rise to eat and ‘neath pan set ablaze,
dear bacon, I’ll devour thee and ever sing thy praise.