Bacon Poem Jack Silverhart
The bacon sizzles on the greasy pan.
Crack! The sound of bacon in my head.
The bacon smelled like a fresh batch of cookies.
The burning bacon in the blistering sun.
Crunch! The crackling of somebody munching on bacon.
The bacon was as heavenly as life.
Every day and all night the bacon danced in my mind.
The bacon is a love.
A juicy bacon filet dripping grease in the dusky moonlight.
The bacon filet was as good as getting an A on a science test.
Poor, pink, pigs for having the best food in the galaxy.
Chop! The sound of bacon getting cut into thick slivers.
The fatty part of the bacon is the best, because it is chewy.
The meat part of the bacon is as crunchy as a chip.
Bacon is a different heaven.
Eating bacon will fill your mouth with a joint of excitement.
This excitement will contain a crunch and a fat chewy part.
Bacon will add a wonderful flavor to any food.
Bacon is love, bacon is life.
Just face it, you love bacon.
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Bacon Poem
PoetryThis poem is free verse and it was for A school project. It took a while to make so plz no hate comments. Sorry I haven't been posting I really only posted at my old school but I am going to post more. BTW GO CHECK MY INSTA. jacksonsilver_101
