For Christmas, Heather got me a set of magnetic poetry with a bacon theme. I could not have been more ecstatic about the opportunity to describe my desire for bacon in poetic verse.
Here is what I have so far:
the hot elixir of life
morning wonder between marvel and maple
juice & egg bring fresh taste
but bacon is about savory sizzle
then perfection in comfort my lovely hizzle
the only good bacon is from dripping hogs
Here is another short one in the corner. I believe my brother wrote it:
I love thick tasty hickory pork steak
My personal favorite? Heather wrote this beautiful line of wisdom...
eat lunch every day and cure rabees