Ode to Bacon and Mike Smith

This is for all those who love bacon and coffee as much as he. Lore: Pork  should be a personalized skill.

Baconjockey

Twas porky, and the bacon fat
Did fry and splatter in the pan.
All greasy were the cooking stoves
And the bacon was made.

Beware the Baconjockey, my son!
The fat that sizzles and the fat that clogs.
Beware cholesterol, and sodium,
The baconater Mike Smith.

He took his bacon coffee in hand:
Long time the caffiene bacon he sought -
So rested he by the kitchen stove,
And stood awhile with bacon bought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Baconjockey, with coffee of pork
Came whiffling through breakfast nook,
And sloshed his java past its cork.

Porkroll! Porkroll! My bacon's cold
The sizzling swine, my midday snack.
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

'And hast thou slain the Baconjockey?
Come to my arms my other white meat
Oh hammish day! Calooh! Calley!
He chortled with his eats.

that is beautiful

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Wow! Great job!  This poem has inspired me... to eat more bacon

See. . .EVERYTHING is better with bacon. Even Lewis Carroll. And thats sayin' something.

I'll refrain from posting the picture of the 'bacon bikini' I found.