Bacon Sonnet

These are, as John Lennon said, “strange days, indeed!”
So I thought I’d take a break from some of the longer pieces and give you a quick ode to Bacon.

 

If there’s one thing about which I am certain
And about which I could never be mistaken
Lock the doors and close every curtain
And leave me here to eat all the bacon.

Bacon has a sound that’s like no other sizzling
Whether fried in a pan or on a hot grill
Woe betide the monster or quisling
Who might separate me from my Bacon-Ville.

Some love bacon best when it’s very crunchy
And some love it best when it can be chewed
Of all the things one might find munchy
None match a beautiful bacon interlude.

Love comes and goes, like the Equinox Vernal
But that doesn’t matter; Bacon is eternal.

 

~Jeff Mach

 


My name is Jeff Mach (“Dark Lord” is optional) and I build communities, put on events, and make stories come into being. I also tweet a lot over @darklordjournal.

I write books. You should read them!

I put on a convention for Villains every February.

I created a Figmental Circus. It’s happening this June. You should go!

 

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Jeff Mach is an author, playwright, event creator, and certified Villain. You can always pick up his bestselling first novel, "There and NEVER, EVER BACK AGAIN"—or, indeed, his increasingly large selection of other peculiar books. If you'd like to talk more to Jeff, or if you're simply a Monstrous Creature yourself, stop by @darklordjournal on Twitter, or The Dark Lord Journal on Facebook.

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