Look at you so crispy
Sizzling snapping back
At me as I cook you
Screaming frying fat

Look up at me, grinning
Watching my lips smack
At you as I cook you
Thin and long and flat

Crinkle, piggy sliver,
Greasy, crunchy good.
I toss you on your belly,
Tasty, hickory wood…

…Smoked you to perfection.
Crispy little strip.
Lie you next to eggies,
Onto your back I flip.

Biscuit joins the party,
Butter, meat, the likes.
My toast to you, dear Bacon,
With orange juice, my delight.

My ode to you, Dear Bacon,
Will never be complete.
For the sun has nearly risen,
And I have yet to eat.