A pound of best back bacon
At my counter stood a crowd
The customer had mentioned best
Which I repeated loud
The crowd all turning sideways
To see the best back served
Some nudged their partners knowingly
This back they to deserved
I called my bacon slicer
More best back if you please
A rush was now expected
So I resumed my tease
A whisper to my customer
So pleased you know the best
Heard by all the others
Who now bought all the rest?
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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