Hold The Bacon Poem by Brian Hinckley

Unlike the suave and smooth men surrounding you,
I burst in your vision with the grace of a pig on a frozen pond.
I amused you with my clumsy attempts to stand,
but when I got my balance I surprised you.

I'm a dork and a sappy romantic and oblivious to any subtly,
yet I drew your interest although only briefly.
In my normal way I became the clumsy pig on ice again,
slipping and falling from your eyes.

You still look at me after all this time as that pig struggling to stand,
yet I am standing firmly on the icy path to you.
I can surprise you yet again but not just yet,
I'm going to bide my time and wait until a chill other than yours is in the air.