Friday, March 7, 2008

A Bacon Poem

Ryan at My Thunder Journal graciously gave us permission to post his wonderful poem about bacon, an ode to Bacon perhaps? I had no idea that there was a Blog for Bacon Day, but you can be sure that we here at International Bacon Day will not miss it next year... unless we have a good reason of course like completely spacing out, eating bacon instead of blogging, or if some how none of us are around an internet connection that day.

Alexa and the Bacon Boys

In honor of Blog for Bacon Day 2008:

O Bacon! my bacon! our tasty breakfast is now nigh;
The pork has been shorn from every rib, from the hip, back, legs and thigh;
The pork is near, the sizzling I hear, the taste buds all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady meal, the ribbony grissle flaring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the clogged arteries constrict,
Where in my chest, my aorta cries,
An eventual coronary, I do predict.

O bacon! my bacon! You greasy siren meat of sow.
Rise up—for you the pans are heated—for you the doctors won't allow;
For you forks poise and tongues await—for you arterial walls are clogging;
For you they call, the obese masses, with many of them even blogging;
Here bacon! dear breakfast slag!
This fork tine pinned through your grease;
It is some dream that on the plate,
My lifespan you will decrease.

My bacon does not answer, as it has no lips and cannot speak;
My bacon does not feel my stomach juices, as it's digested through the week;
The heart is anchor’d safe for now, its bacon doomsday all but certain;
From this day on, the bacon builds, to my coronary final curtain;
I exult, for now, my bacon fork held high!
But I, with creeping dread,
Know where my bacon future lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Posted by Ryan 

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