Oscar Meyer won me as a child with its cured
meat
every Saturday, without fail, I’d devour the
treat
Thankful to my dear mother who never cut me off
four perfect strips, crispy edges and center
soft
Then I grew and I knew, it would never leave
the love had grown into layers of fat BLTs
Four times two would do, joined by tomato slice
a club of toast, mayo, and lettuce means repeat
twice
Well hello, I said to pork belly, its grand
name
you’ve grown into this decadent thick cut of
game
Who kept you from me, I’ll cut his arm and
dispose
honorable fat, slutty meat pieces, goodness
composed
Oh bacon how you carried me through heartache
and clout
comfort food was named after you, of this
there’s no doubt
Forever faithful I’ll be as I bow down on my
knees
no food in the world more adorned, never ceases
to please
Where there is harmony, people share a common
love and wish
every chef lives his childhood through his
showcased dish
Bacon Fest Chicago, an example, unlike no other
bringing all together in peace, bacon sisters
and brothers
Note: this was my submission to the Bacon Fest Poetry Contest 2013. I did not make the semi-final cut, but I'm proud of my own regardless.
Sexy meat turned into...
Sizzling slices...I can smell it now
Who doesn't love this guy?
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