Wednesday, 1 July 2015

It reminds me of a poem I... er a friend wrote. Here it is...

Bacon, O Bacon,
You're what I love to taste best,
Without your smell,
I have no rest,
I love to smell you fry,
This I tell,
I will not lie

Bacon, O Bacon,
Even Shrimp doesn't taste as good,
You taste the best,
Better than any food,
Two or three miles I'd run,
I tell the you the truth,
To taste that bacon, fried in the sun.

Personally, shrimp is better, especially with butter...

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