I don't feel to good today so no cooking for me, but here's a poem i wrote about bacon last year in English class.
Sizzling, savory bacon tantalizes my tongue.
It's like Christmas morning when you're young.
I hear it crackle and pop in the frying pan;
I will always be a fan,
Bacon sings to me,
A melody of deliciosity.
It's like a siren which lures me to the kitchen.
I will always have an itchin',
If eating bacon was a crime,
I'd go to jail a thousand time.
A+ material right there for you.