Limericks, Poetry, Haikus and Bacon
December 3, 2008 12:01 am 14 CommentsLimerick
There once was a sandwich with mayo
and lettuce and bright red tomato.
Though tasty and fine
it was missing some swine,
with bacon it made me say, “Hey-O!”
by Sarah Reines, Dan Reines, Cindy Kirsch, Mike Kirsch and Karmin Wilson
Poem
Bacon, bacon what a treat
Bacon, bacon it’s so neat.
I like it with eggs and toast
But on a sandwich I like it most.
Bacon, bacon what a treat.
by Sarah Reines
Haiku
O I love bacon
Crispy is the best way to
Prepare it o yeah.
by Sarah Reines
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This post was written by Mike Kirsch
14 Comments
A trailer, which we clearly see shakin’,
inside which there’s something they’re makin’
love, it could be
but we hope, you see
what they’re makin inside there is bacon!
While healthy is the breast of a chicken
and a good burger may be finger licking
I just crave bacon
all others forsaken
it’s the king of all meats that I’m picking.
The red and white lines
salty, yet hints of sweetness
my love is bacon.
oh cured and smoked pork
streaky and so delicious
it’s awesome defined
all the others fail
compared to taste you impart
bacon is true love.
Baiku:
Bacon is divine.
Crispy. Crunchy. Salty. Good.
The best use of swine.
Bake it or fry it,
but you cannot deny it
meat candy is best.
Thanksbacon is done.
BaconToday still reports …
Spreading Smaste(tm) all ’round.
Oh man, these comments are great today! Thanks so much for bringing more haikus and limericks to the bacon table.
And Lars – your last haiku is AWESOME! Special extra credit points for working “Bacon Today” into a haiku. Well played.
I had to join in the fun today…
There once was a dish called turducken
Was good but more meat should be stuck in
We scooped up some bacon
And soon we were makin’
The new meal called turbaconducken
I once was a man foresaken,
the doctor had said “No more bacon!”
I thought “That don’t rock.”
So I got a new doc,
can you tell by that smell what I’m makin’?
But soft, what smell though yonder window wafts?
It is the east and Bacon is the sun.
Arise fair sun and kill the envious tofu,
who is already sick and pale with grief
that thou, her maid, art far more delicious then she.
I never claimed to be a writer although do I get credit for being the parent of one?
So, I’m offering one more for the road….
I’m happy my family’s creative
Though at eating bacon we were not native
As years went by
we tasted bacon and oh my
about bacon we’ve become communicative.
Pierpont Montague Bacon the III
An earl with a name quite absurd
He lived in South Pork he ate pig
with a fork and when he died he was
cured.
There once was a horny Kentuck’an
who slept with a tubaconducken
He said, “What bad luck”
when his wiener got stuck
“Now not one of my shirts can I tuck in”
That’s supposed to be “turbaconducken”, of course…sorry for the typo!
Eating bacon and you’re feeling wilty?
Fear not ever, McNilty.
Buy the 3# package of fat,
Then trim to lean’s where it’s at,
And your id will never feel guilty.
David Johnston did better, I admit.
Never ever call him “schlameil”.
For his rhyme appears prime
Better than mine, I really feel
And by now, his weiner’s probably fit.
Sparky
I wrote this to my daughter…
“Roses are Red
Birthday poems are hard
Bacon!
That’s funny! Did she like her poem? Or did she simply become distracted at the thought of bacon?