This was an exercise from the camp I went to—they put up a list of rhymes on the board (for example, bacon, kiss, makin’, miss… and so on), and a poem had to be constructed around them. It makes for some obviously forced rhymes, but it’s fun.

I can’t believe I just read a poem about bacpn and laughed. :D

And I also can’t believe I spelled BACON wrong!

I imagined you saying it in your Texas-Western accent (and your cowboy hat), and it was perfect.

A poem about bacon? you really can make anything cool.

All due respect, but you have it backwards. Bacon is the source of the coolness.