Poem Body
Ahhh,,,
liddle green apple 'pon my plate,
shit- you ain't ever gonna satiate
my hunger- lust- for something more,
a bacon sammich,- you know the score!
Home made bread, cut nice n thick,
whid full fat butter, yheeaa, that's the trick !
streaky bacon whid chewy rind
just cut off from a pig's behind,
Fry it up, whid a liddle oil
but steady now, or it'll spoil,
not too crisp, n not too brown
coz it's a little rough, when goin down,
n to top it off, it's best of course
to maybe add, a splash 'o sauce,
So-
Alas liddle apple, 'pon my plate
I'm afraid for you, the bins your fate,
at the risk of a liddle wife's disquiet
it's a bacon sammich,,,,,
fuck the diet !
Obi.
Comments
Thanks for...
stopping by with this little gem as I was about to sit down for lunch with a plate full of salad! LoL
I had to go back and get a couple of pickled eggs and pickled kielbasa, to make it feel like something. ~ Geez.
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Geez, Mark.
Geez, Mark.
Cheers lads,
I'm told the pig was a vegan
so I'm ok with eating him.
Obi.
Dear Obi
After 2 in the morning here and I want a bacon Sammich now, good on ya!!! lol
I am not on a diet thank the fuck I can with the bacon run amok!!!
Loved it, it made me smile, Thank Ye.
Love Jayne
Oh, Thank you for the smile
Oh, Thank you for the smile too, Seren.
Bacon sammich
Another winner Obi, very good. I really like your use of dialect in your poems.
I'm reading more here but I have to go soon.
Ruby :) x