Bacon is red
Bacon is rough
One strip of bacon
Is never enough
I want some more
And I can't ignore
It came from the boar
That was shipped to the store
Now its in my core
And it's leaving a sore
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A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned in good rhyme scheme with conviction. Thanks for sharing.