ANSWERS: 52
  • I love bacon on my fork; I love bacon, it's made from pork. It tastes great in many a dish, Lots of bacon is for what I wish!
  • There's no use fakin When it comes to bacon If you try to imitate the sizzle Your effort will fizzle And drown you in a drizzle of grease. And it's no use trying To copy the sound of it frying We'll all know you're lying And you'll end of crying So cease!
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  • Bacon, bacon makes me puke Wanna come and take a look?
  • I love my bacon 'cause I'm not a Jew, I bet they would, if they could just taste it too. I love it for breakfest, lunch, and dinner, Put it in a salad, and even that becomes a winner. So if you have a problem eating a swine, Remember there is nothing like a tenderloin, with a glass of red wine.
  • Oh, bacon You're so fine You're so fine You blow my mind Hey, bacon!
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  • Bacon is good Bacon is great Too bad it makes me put on weight!
  • bacon greasy smelly ucky except on a blt then it's ok bacon
  • The man of life upright, whose guiltless heart is free From all dishonest deeds and thoughts of vanity: The man whose silent days in harmless joys are spent, Whom hopes cannot delude, nor fortune discontent; That man needs neither towers nor armor for defense, Nor secret vaults to fly from thunder's violence: He only can behold with unaffrighted eyes The horrors of the deep and terrors of the skies; Thus scorning all the care that fate or fortune brings, He makes the heaven his book, his wisdom heavenly things; Good thoughts his only friends, his wealth a well-spent age, The earth his sober inn and quiet pilgrimage. ... oh, you said a poem ABOUT Bacon. Sorry- this is a poem BY Bacon. :)
  • Here's a haiku. Bacon is scrumptious Avocado and bacon Makes a sandwich great.
  • Bacon is good, but it don't make you thin, there's your poem, Seraphim..!:)
  • Bacon Bacon Bacon It's always what I'm makin' Even though it hot to touch I love it oh so dearly much But now that its gone, its your bacon that I will be takin'
  • Bacon is tasty, bacon is fun All these things From a little pigs bum Slice it up, its called a rasher, If you mention it again, I'll have to bash ya.. Bacon humor is now getting old Put it in the fridge Or it will grow mold... Thanks for listening Its been great Keep it off AB And back on your plate...
  • As I awake from my slumber I stumble to the kitchen to my surprise lies a plumber. As I peer at his apparel it's apparent to me it's someone quite familiar. While attempting to fix a disposal I saw the usual sight of glasses, robe and sandels. I said: Last night could of been a scandel She said but you are forsaken When last night we fell asleep when we should have been makin Bacon.
  • Guiltless Heart by Sir Francis Bacon The man of life upright, whose guiltless heart is free From all dishonest deeds and thoughts of vanity: The man whose silent days in harmless joys are spent, Whom hopes cannot delude, nor fortune discontent; That man needs neither towers nor armor for defense, Nor secret vaults to fly from thunder's violence: He only can behold with unaffrighted eyes The horrors of the deep and terrors of the skies; Thus scorning all the care that fate or fortune brings, He makes the heaven his book, his wisdom heavenly things; Good thoughts his only friends, his wealth a well-spent age, The earth his sober inn and quiet pilgrimage. I know, I know....not what youhad in mind:-)
  • Third degree burns in horrible places discerning looks on the doctors' faces As they wipe away all the traces of a breakfast gone wrong- They look and shake their heads laughing... It is common sense; I take it To not fry bacon -naked.
  • The bacon pops as it fries in the skillet. My stomach is empty and this bacon will fill it. Only one thing can help me when my stomach is achin' And that's a full pound of delicious fried bacon. I'll eat it on burgers, I'll eat it in stew, If you were made of bacon I'd eat you too! But don't try to make me a BLT, I'm a purist, you know, just the bacon for me.
  • I like pigs, cuz they make bacon I like pigs, ain't no mistakin' come on over and have you some pork come on over or I'll call you a dork I hope you liked this little ryhme.... Don't be like Jules from Pulp Fiction...Dig on Swine!
  • Bacon fried, bacon nuked, I don’t care how my bacon’s cooked. Hickory-cured or right off the pig, Bacon’s the breakfast meat I dig. Bacon thick-cut or regular-size, Bacon elicits contented sighs. Bacon sizzling in hot grease, Bacon brings me inner peace.
  • I can't believe that I wasted 35 minutes of my life writing this, but... Don’t be alarmed if you heard some loud moans – It was just me and my bacon jones. I went down for breakfast and opened the fridge, But of processed pork products there wasn’t a smidge, Only veggieful pizza, which didn’t appeal, some old moldy bread, and congealed oatmeal. I called up my buddy, but he’s all out too, There’s been a run on bacon, by no-one knows who. I poured out a bowl of dry corny flakes while trying to ignore my jitters and shakes. Oh, how will I function? How will I work? There’s a tic in my cheek and my neck has a jerk. I dressed for the office with increasing shakes While trying to ignore the slithering snakes. I was jonesin’ real bad with the sweats and D.T.’s So I drove off real fast to the local McD’s Got a biscuit-egg muffin that tasted like crap, (Spilled the boiling-hot coffee all over my lap) But – oh, yes – the bacon! I snarfed it right down, stifled a burp, and bought another round… Ten minutes later I said “Mmmm, that was yummy”, With five pounds of bacon sloshing ‘round in my tummy. I was feeling fulfilled, I was feeling no pain Because the pig’s loss was my five-pound gain. Now I feel a lot better – the monkey’s off my back Got some bacon in my pocket for an after-bacon snack. I’m calm and content – I’ve had my bacon fix; Won’t need any more ‘til I’m off work at six.
  • Shall I compare thee to a slab of bacon? Thou art more lovely and less greasy: Tho’ I long for both when an omelet you’re makin’. But hold the green peppers – they make me queasy. Sometime too hot the grease of bacon splatters, And oft’ is your pink complexion dimm’d You yell and run your hand under cold tap water But whaddya expect when the bacon’s untrimm’d. But thy perfect breakfast shall not go unmade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade, Tho’ in your arteries plaque thou growest. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lived the pig, and gave bacon to thee. (Boy, you sure learn to appreciate Shakespeare when you try to imitate him...)
  • A few words I've taken To write about bacon. A slice of mostly fat When cooking its grease splats. It's so good in the A.M. With my toast and jam. Won't you join me In a nice B.L.T.
  • The Lord is my swineherd, I shall not want for bacon. He makes me sit down at my kitchen table, He leads me beside a quiet breakfast, He restores my cholesterol levels. He guides my shopping cart past the bacon display for His name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of vegetarianism, I shall fear no tofu, For Thou are with me – Thy bacon and thy breakfast sausages, they comfort me. Thou hast prepared a table before me in the presence of vegans Thou has anointed my lips with bacon grease My mouth overflows. Surely bacon and other breakfast meats will follow me all the days of my life And I shall dwell in the breakfast buffet line of the Lord forever.
  • Bacon tastes so sweet I was raped by a butterfly in fields of wheet
  • Whore thy name is Bacon on the menu there for the takin' Two pieces lie there like spread legs a menage a trois' with toast and eggs So deceiving, thin as a twig I knew you yesterday when you were a pig
  • The bacon sits there, greasy and sweet As if it was placed there, so very neat We complain about its calories yet it seems like a form of flattery Fry it up, every night until you are not so very light We tipped the scales at 212 and feel bad about ourselves until we drink that V8 tonight we will always remember that bacony fright
  • Awoken early in the morn, Hungry and I'm feeling torn. Farina nor meal of corn will suffice this hunger pang. So in the griddle by the thrice Stripped and thrown inside, each slice a sizzle that is oh so nice! The bacon does its' thang. I leave the room right after that. Up near the griddle jumped my cat Waiting for the goodness that he hoped he would consume. A paw went in, and pulled one out And then another two, no doubt. When I came back, my bacon had already met its' doom.
  • I could right a poem about bacon If only that poem had been written Right is right, left is left Your education seems to be smitten.
  • Miss Piggy was in Muppets From Space with Ray Liotta Ray Liotta was in Wild Hogs with William Macy William Macy was in Benny & Joon with Oliver Platt Oliver Platt was in Loverboy with Kevin Bacon Bacon, Bacon, who's got the bacon
  • What ya makin'? I'm makin' bacon. Makin' bacon? It's what I'm makin'. Yer breakin' eggs for eggs 'n' bacon? That's what I'm makin' eggs 'n' bacon. Yer not forsakin' eggs and bacon? No, eggs and bacon and fat I'm takin'. Yer veins'll be achin' wi' the fat from the bacon! But eggs and bacon are what I'm makin', what I'm takin' I'm not forsakin' my eggs 'n' bacon.
  • I come from a place known to the world as pigs. Devoured by mothers, fathers, and kids. To know me is to love me and there's no mistaken. First name pork last name bacon.
  • Bacon's sweet and bacon sizzles Its taste makes your hair go all afrizzle It goes quite nice with any eggs But "not with liver!" the kids beg
  • Bacon, I know thee well Born of swine Best served with eggs You make my belly swell
  • Love is what cows and pigs Would not have to worry about If people didn't love Steak and bacon. It's a non-rhyming poem ...
  • Stripped and lubricated Sizzle and pop You lay before me I can not stop I look down on you My pulse how it races I taste of you On my chin you leave traces Your scent fills my nose Your juices my vains Oh.. what are these darned ol' chest pains? Damn you little pig!
  • Bacon?! Bacon! What a topic What should i say?! Oh, i think i've got it! It's hard to rhym, But fun to cook, Hardly ever free range - I read in a book. A though that seems bad And we should rise above it I just gotta' say I don't care - 'cause i love it!
  • I'm stirring in bed about to awaken what's that I smell I must be mistaken? Is it bacon? I rub my eyes I scratch my head I drag myself out of bed My darling, you're too sweet cooking me some breakfast meat
  • from the perspective of a dog: What's that cooking in the kitchen? My tongue is out and my nose is twitchin' My tail is shakin' because my human's makin'...BACON!
  • Bacon tastes great, but it’s majorly greasy, So when you’re snarfin’ bacon, just take it easy: Don’t overdo it, don’t you OD, Or soon the pearly gates you’ll see. In moderation it’s well and good, It’s everyone’s favorite breakfast food. You can take it along with you when you’re rushed, Or it’s part of this nutritious breakfust, But then you ask, why not dinner and lunch And even at bedtime some bacon you’ll munch. Well gather ‘round close, I’ll tell you why: If you pig out on bacon, you’re sure to die. Yes, each slice of bacon has 20 g fat, 200 calories, and then, as if that ain’t enough, there’s trichinoses, parasitic worms, and mad pig disease. Yes, you’ll be walkin’ along some day, And wonder why the sky’s gone gray. Your sight will dim, your heart will seize, As trans fats clog your arteries, Then a glob of bacon fat’ll break loose Float to your brain, and cook your goose. You’ll fly through a tunnel towards the light As over your body they say the last rites. Your family is left to grieve and mourn In front of your casket with flowers adorned (you hope they don’t find all your internet porn). But as you look down at the paroxysms of grief, weeping and wailing and gnashing of teef, There’s one thing you’re thinking you wish they could know, As they sniff and they mope way down so far below, Though your physical existence has now been erased, At least you kicked off with a smile on your face.
  • i love my bacon but i love my girl when i think of losin one of them it makes me hurl she wants me to choose but i'm stuck in between i've got a hot hot chick or some turkey bacon, lean Both are sizzlin' Both are da bomb my girl gets me excited da bacon makes me calm so here i am in front of da refridgerator door i've decided which is better "you're on your own, wh*re" GoooOOOO BACON!
  • Bacon sizzlin' in the black fry pan Curlin' up it's edges with the heat. Crispy bits of heaven are calling to me Got a flavour that you just can't beat!
  • I wanted some bacon, there's just no mistakin', a pig in a poke, all trussed up and smoked. better than bbq iguana eaten in the bahamas but back here in Macon we's makin' bacon.
  • Good job I didn't see this earlier. I'd probably have wronged a poem on bacon
  • It makes me gag And it makes me sag But to you it's a treat For me it's not sweet It's greasy and gross Glad I'm not one of those... The one that digs eating innocent pigs
  • Bacon is greasy and is high in fats. Does it come from pigs or is it from rats? It stinks when it fries and splatters your skin. It will choke your heart and won't make you thin. You'll become "porky" but that will be fine. You are what you eat... A bacon, pork rind!
  • For love of country For love of family But without love of Poultry. Pork please, spare the Turkey.
  • You don't need lead poisoning to throw a brick at a turtle.
  • Whose bacon this is I think I know, But she is in the other room, so She will not see my lurking there and yell at me “My bacon! No!” My beagle Stanley stands and stares Wondering if I’ll drop or share One piece of bacon, for goodness’ sake The suspense is more than he can bear. He gives his collar tags a shake To ask if there is some mistake Why don’t I give him just one slice His tail wags, a whine he makes. The bacon’s lovely, crisp, and nice... But my wife comes back and utters cries So I’ll make more so I won’t die, I’ll make more so I won’t die.
  • This poem about bacon its motive is wrong (but up to this point, it's like clicks in a song) it is not my perspective to fix a wrongective so the words that I write will not right this wrong poem I've no stake in this bacon I'll just take it hoem.
  • Today i woke up feeling vacant so i went into the kitchen and cooked some BACON!! It was crispy and totally great i think this is fate My bacon is flavored it tastes like pork and the best thing is YOU DON"T EVEN NEED A FORK!!
  • bacon bacon, that mesmerising smeel that your a makin you sizzle away in the scolding hot pan bacon, bacon, i am your biggest fan i eat you for breackfast along with my toast i eat you for lunch, part of a roast i eat you for tea, yeah yeah yeah, lucky me! i love your sentious smell your crispy taste puts me under a spell i love you oh bacon, you are the very best you are so much better than all the rest! (p.s i hate bacon! i'm a vegiterian lol) =0

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