The Bacon Sandwich Sonnet
by John Glynn
O! Glorious grill of flesh by fire,
‘Tis true thou art my favourite bite.
No layers send my senses higher
Than filling pink ‘twixt sheets of white.
Ketchup is your common dressing,
Onion relish gives you flair.
Brown sauce can be quite refreshing:
A cup of tea is de rigeur.
Shunned by zealots you may be,
but this to me doth hardly matter.
More worrying is my love for thee
Is driving jeans size ever fatter.
So: bacon sarnie, you must leave me,
And be replaced by farmyard muesli.
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