Andy
BACON AND EGGS
Gosh, I really loved bacon.
I loved the sound of the sizzle
as the bacon hit the hot iron pan.
A yummy sound!
The bacon crackled.
It popped and a shower
of grease fell over the stove.
The smell. Mmm!
I used to love my eggs scrambled
in the hot grease that was left
after the bacon was lifted from the pan.
Oh, my mouth watered.
But no more.
Now mother fries it
crisper than crisp.
Nearly burnt.
Then she grabs a towel,
hefts the heavy black pan
and pours off every drop of grease.
The eggs are kinda dry.
The grease I take
downtown on Saturday
where we stand in line
waiting for Mrs. Johnston
to collect it in a drum.
It is sent away and
made into explosives!
Bombs sizzle! Kaboom!
I imagine bacon scented death
raining down on the enemy.
I used to love bacon and eggs.
Most days now, I prefer oatmeal.
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Poster courtesy Northwestern University Library. "Stop" poster stamp from author's personal collection. Photo courtesy Library of Congress.
6 comments:
Great poem. Learn something new every day. :)
Love the poem! I'm off to read the "About the Project" section.
What a great idea for a book. Nice poem, too.
Bacon-scented death - what a great line!
Thanks everyone. I was surprised to learn why people saved fats. Bombs--who knew?
Huh. Never knew about this cultural phenomenon. Makes me want to make the author a big plate of bacon drippings sauteed eggs. :D
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