Today I heard some crunching on my morning conference call.
I wondered who was near the phone, away from office sprawl.
I pictured bacon's tasty, sav'ry sumptuous southern drawl.
My focus shot, my place was lost, my brain gone into stall.
I shudder to admit my actions taken, nothing small,
I instigated chaos and sat back to hear the brawl.
And while each argued tit for tat, I took off up the hall,
Looking for my own sweet fix, in bacon's bonny thrall.