The morning automatic song sung by my coffee pot
Is gurgling and obnoxious as it perks its tasty lot.
It brings me supple liquid happiness, delivered hot,
That waits for me as I wake up - there's no required thought.
So now I need another helpful wise and smart invention,
One that also works without the need of intervention.
I don't much care how noisy - it will live within the kitchen,
But automatic bacon is the dream for which I'm itchin'.