30 Days of Bacon Poetry

Thirty days ago,
I gave this thing a go.

Each day I was to show,
A poem that would flow,
With effervescent glow,
And worthy of Thoreau,
Thoughts already that we know
'bout a subject apropos.

I've tinkered to and fro,
Some were clever, some not so,
But the bacon dream will grow,
It's become the status quo.

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