There are no poems on this blog about bacon.
1. If you read a poem and you think it might be about sex, it probably isn’t.
2. If you read a poem and you think it’s DEFINITELY about sex, it’s probably about bacon.
3. Now, if you ever come across a poem that you know for SURE is absolutely about bacon and I mean it has everything you ever wanted to know about bacon from every perspective and it really makes you feel like you now understand bacon in a whole new way beyond anything you ever dreamed possible and then you suddenly realize that’s it not about bacon at all but SEX– Congratulations! You now understand poetry.
Good luck!
P.S. Everything is about sex – until it’s not.
Crispy !
Mmmhmm!
Good way to start the day- with a smile and your posting made me smile!
So glad to be of service, JM! Good way to end the night – knowing you smiled.
I understand that everything is about sex, but no poems about bacon???
That sounds like a challenge, Frodo.
Vegetarian.so..alI I care about is SEX.
Oh my gosh! I completely alienated the vegetarians. Or did I? Hmmmm.
as both a poetry and bacon lover… I love this post!
Awesome! Who knew? I’ll be by to get some inspiration for my challenge. 😉
365 Days of Bacon = This one is for YOU. http://www.enchantedrant.com/poem-for-bacon/
My thoughts on bacon are as follows:
Jesus turned water into wine. Impressive
Pigs turn old kitchen scraps into bacon. THAT’s a miracle.
Therefore, pigs > Jesus.
Excellent observation HSB. Do you think that might have something to do with why we’re not supposed to eat pork?!