I love to hear the bacon sing,
Its wafting essence meant to
bring
The slumbered family from their
lairs
With hopes of sampling morning
fare.
Like Siren’s song or Venus’ face
They’re drawn to bacon’s fond
embrace.
Now add the scent of waffles
warm,
The maple syrup brings the
swarm!
Eggs to order, short stacks
brown
Biscuits, OJ, rolls renowned,
It never fails a smile to bring,
I love to hear the bacon sing!
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