Bacon Poetry

Posted on April 26, 2014 8:00 am

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12 Responses to “Bacon Poetry”

  1. Gebiv says:

    Sizzle in a pan,
    Savor the smell in the air.
    Bacon bacon bac’n.

  2. Jimmy says:

    Bacon is red,
    Eggs are yellow,
    Be good umin,
    And feed this poor fellow.

  3. Gebiv says:

    There was a big plate of bacon,
    it took a lot of makin’.
    I ate it real fast,
    it just didn’t last.
    Bacon bacon bacon.

  4. Oppo says:

    Well, clearly bacon isn’t Shakespeare.

  5. Jimmy says:

    Bacon is red,
    Your eyes are green,
    So, you’re hogging the bacon?
    It’s because you’re mean.

  6. GrandLarsenE says:

    I’ve only written one poem in my life. I’ll share it with you:

    “Why I Don’t Write Poetry”
    A poem by GrandLarsenE

    I don’t write poetry
    ‘Cuz poetry sucks.

  7. Apostic says:

    Poems are hard
    But bacon makes lard

    DON’T just throw away rendered lard in the pan from bacon. God put it in the bacon for a reason — especially if it’s smoked bacon and you’re looking for something to coat a turkey before you roast or smoke it….

  8. Apostic says:

    Well, clearly bacon isn’t Shakespeare


  9. Gebiv says:

    But some people say that Shakespeare was really Bacon…

  10. Jimmy says:

    Bacon is red,
    Some Salmon are “pinks,”
    Obama eats arugula,
    No wonder he stinks.

  11. 4of7 says:

    Shall I compare thee to a strip of bacon?
    Thou art more sizzly and more marbled:
    Rough winds do shake the darling bubbles of bacon,
    And bacon’s grease hath all too short a calorie count:
    Sometime too hot the kitchen griddle cooks,
    And often is the toaster setting dimm’d;
    And every flavor from flavor sometime declines,
    By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
    But thy eternal bacon shall not fade
    Nor lose possession of that flavor thou ow’st;
    Nor shall cholesterol brag thou wander’st in his shade,
    When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
    So long as men can smell or taste buds reckon,
    So long lives this, and this gives life to bacon.

  12. Jimmy says:

    Bacon is red,
    Your eyes are hazel,
    If you eat all the bacon,
    Just don’t tell Basil.

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