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….
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.
Sizzle in a pan,
Savor the smell in the air.
Bacon bacon bac’n.
Bacon is red,
Eggs are yellow,
Be good umin,
And feed this poor fellow.
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.
Well, clearly bacon isn’t Shakespeare.
Bacon is red,
Your eyes are green,
So, you’re hogging the bacon?
It’s because you’re mean.
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.
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….
Agreed.
But some people say that Shakespeare was really Bacon…
Bacon is red,
Some Salmon are “pinks,”
Obama eats arugula,
No wonder he stinks.
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.
Bacon is red,
Your eyes are hazel,
If you eat all the bacon,
Just don’t tell Basil.