The Strip of Delight

A breakfast of pure immeasurable bliss,
An eggy delight, a sweet sizzling kiss,
it’s laid out before me, my tired eyes still glazed,
With this fair meal my spirits doth be raised!
but ah, I can hear it, smell it and more
the King of All Breakfast, the component I adore,
will be cooked oh so soon, just how I like it!
My toes quickly curl, my drool I must now spit!
suffused with sweet fat, and perfectly crispy,
through my tears, born of joy, my kitchen looks wispy!
The gem of the fare, on this fine Tuesday morn
is bacon, hooray! It’s like fat people’s porn!

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