An ode to bacon

To my heart’s desire

I dream of bacon,

‘tho I swore

to never more

dead flesh devour.

Resolve is shaken,

craving for

crispy bacon.

What strange power

can bacon have

that ever more,

when other meats

I once foreswore

don’t tempt me now,

but pain that grips

me, when I eat

my egg and chips

will drive me mad.

I long to savour

once more, that

tantalizing flavour

of bacon, crisp

and hot and greasy.

Who says not eating

meat is easy?