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My poem about bacon

Posted by mild_mannered_super_hero, on Mon Aug 05, 2013 10:03 pm
a vegetarian friend recently asked me...how can you love a dog, yet eat his cousin the pig...i replied....cos the dog doesnt contain any bacon.




when im so hungry my heads a shakin

dont give me no tofu...i want some bacon




you come home tired, and hungry as a dog

give me some meat...off a hog



now i love the smell of fresh bread bakin

but i`ll push it aside...when i see bacon



veggies are gross and fish is smelly

i want some meat from a hogs belly




listen close, here`s the deal

give me bacon at every meal



in my salad, served with beans

it`s even good with turnip greens



on my cake, it`s aint too bad

without some bacon...im kinda sad



life`s so good...i`m not fakin

it`s even better with lots of bacon



so ends my tribute to the common pig

his position so small, his gift to mankind...so big
Reply by WOUNDED DOE, on Mon Aug 05, 2013 10:52 pm
lol .........well............since we literally are what we eat, as the old adage states, due to DNA intermingling and altering our genetic makeup,........that means some of us are Pigs.....Some people are just too Chicken for their own good........Some of us are Hot Tamales .......Some of us are Fruits.......and some of us are just plain Nuts.........LOL

~DOE
Reply by three, on Tue Aug 06, 2013 1:32 am



Talk about synchronicity, this article was just posted on Facebook by someone I know:

"When in their natural surroundings—not on factory farms—pigs are social, playful, protective animals who bond with each other, make nests, relax in the sun, and cool off in the mud. Pigs are known to dream, recognize their own names, learn "tricks" like sitting for a treat, and lead social lives of a complexity previously observed only in primates. Many pigs even sleep in ‘pig piles,’ much like dogs. Some love to cuddle and others prefer space.

People who run animal sanctuaries that include pigs note that they are more similar to humans than you would guess. Like humans, pigs enjoy listening to music, playing with soccer balls, and getting massages. Pigs can even play video games!
Pigs communicate constantly with one another. More than 20 of their oinks, grunts, and squeals have been identified for different situations, from wooing their mates to expressing hunger. Newborn piglets learn to run to their mothers' voices, and mother pigs sing to their young while nursing.

Pigs have very long memories. Dr. Stanley Curtis, formerly of Penn State University, put a ball, a Frisbee, and a dumbbell in front of several pigs and was able to teach them to jump over, sit next to, or fetch any of the objects when asked to, and they could distinguish between the objects three years later.
Biologist Tina Widowski studies pigs and marvels at their intelligence: "When I was working with the monkeys, I used to look at them and say: 'If you were a pig, you would have this figured out by now.'"

Scientists at the University of Illinois have learned that not only do pigs have temperature preferences, they also will learn through trial and error how to turn on the heat in a cold barn if given the chance and turn it off again when they are too warm.
Pigs don't "sweat like pigs"; they are actually unable to sweat, and they like to bathe in water or mud in order to keep cool. One woman developed a shower for her pigs, and they learned to turn it on and off.

Pigs have been known to save the lives of others, including their human friends. According to London's The Mirror, "a pet piglet called Pru was praised by her owner … after dragging her free from a muddy bog." The owner said, "I was panicking when I was stuck in the bog. I did not know what to do and I think Pru sensed that. … I had a rope with me that I use as a dog lead and I put it around her. I was shouting 'Go home, go home' and she walked forward, slowly pulling me out of the mud."

In addition to Pru, there is Priscilla, a pig who saved a young boy from drowning; Spammy, who led firefighters to a burning shed to save her calf friend Spot; and Lulu, who found help for her human companion, who had collapsed from a heart attack. A pig named Tunia chased away an intruder, and another, named Mona, held a fleeing suspect's leg until the police arrived.

Many pigs in sanctuaries ended up in new homes after jumping off of slaughterhouse-bound trucks and escaping, and in England, a stone carving of a pig named Butch was placed upon a historic cathedral after Butch and his friend Sundance escaped from a slaughterhouse and roamed the country for several days before being captured. Fortunately, a national outcry against slaughter allowed Butch and Sundance to go to a sanctuary."

— with Sezer Demir
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Reply by Bill, on Tue Aug 06, 2013 1:44 am
Hello MMSH.

VEGETARIAN.

I’d like to comment on your verse,
for me the sentiment is terse.
I like the flow of storyline
and you explain yourself just fine.

I like your rhyme and like the beat
but do not like the meat you eat.

I presume you’re utilitarian
whereas I am a vegetarian.
So we differ in our views  
and we will both eat what we choose.

                                B. Withers 2013

Reply by Bill, on Tue Aug 06, 2013 6:21 am
Hello MMSH. Thank you so much for this post as it has motivated me to change the vegetarian verse (above)  to include a concept that might be useful for those who are looking for an alternative to eating pig.

Best wishes Bill


VEGETARIAN.

I’ve read your poem, heard your talk
and understand that you like pork.
That bacon turns your taste buds on
even though the pig’s life’s gone.

I’d like to comment on your verse,
for me the sentiment is terse.
I like the flow of storyline
and you explain yourself just fine.

I like your rhyme and like the beat
but do not like the meat you eat.
I presume you’re utilitarian
whereas I am a vegetarian.

We differ widely in our views  
and will each eat just what we choose.
But if I ever changed my mind
what could I expect to find?

Nellie Lovett, as I recall
made the finest pies of all.
People came from far and near
and hailed her as a pioneer.

When food was scarce she conjured up
meat to eat and beer to sup.
Her pies were good, “It’s pork” they said
They cried for food, so she they fed.

Now Nellie had a butcher friend
who was her downfall in the end.
The source of all her meat was odd
for he was known as Sweeney Todd.

                                B. Withers 2013

Reply by mild_mannered_super_hero, on Tue Aug 06, 2013 7:21 am
i`m glad you liked my little rhyme

cos, eatin bacon aint no crime


just a reminder...i`m a takin

anybody`s EXTRA bacon


mail it to me, cos i`m the man


who`ll put it in the fryin pan


..........
Reply by Bill, on Tue Aug 06, 2013 9:21 am
THE PORK-U-PINE.

I’m sorry I’ve no surplus meat
to send to you, for you to eat.
For all the meat I have right now
Will need to stay upon my sow.

I know that this might disappoint
if you can’t get a porky joint.
But I’m sure my little pig would say
she’d like to live another day.

                                    B. Withers 2013

Reply by newhorizons, on Tue Aug 06, 2013 6:49 pm


Mmmmm...bacon!
Past Member
Reply by Past Member, on Tue Aug 06, 2013 7:06 pm
Reply by newhorizons, on Tue Aug 06, 2013 7:09 pm
Hi jo,
Thank you for explaining social media...so funny...love it!
Reply by mild_mannered_super_hero, on Tue Aug 06, 2013 7:51 pm
                                 
Bill wrote:
THE PORK-U-PINE.

I’m sorry I’ve no surplus meat
to send to you, for you to eat.
For all the meat I have right now
Will need to stay upon my sow.

I know that this might disappoint
if you can’t get a porky joint.
But I’m sure my little pig would say
she’d like to live another day.

                                    B. Withers 2013



bill, bill, my far away friend

you`ve  rhymed me back, right to the end



you gave me back, tit for tat

it dont get no better than that



i must reluctantly admit "you win"

though i hate the thought of "givin in"



it`s suit for peace that i`m a makin

only so many words that rhyme with bacon




the bacon war ends.....and it`s high time


i`v run completly ...out of rhyme



your pig is safe, you`ve fairly won


but i must admit...it was mighty fun..!!!



excellent replies Bill.....

still....should you even need a sitter for that pig....i`m available...
Past Member
Reply by Past Member, on Wed Aug 07, 2013 1:29 am
OMG you guys are so funny, what great poems from the both of you.
Reply by Bill, on Wed Aug 07, 2013 1:49 am
Versification conversation.

I’d like to say to you my friend
I’ve liked the words that you have penned.
For they express you point of view,  
they’re what you think and what you do.

If you look closely you will find
that I’m not out to change your mind.
It’s good that we are different
and rarely ever deferent.

I implore and I petition
that this not be a competition
for conversations aren’t to win
they are just for getting in.

                                B. Withers 2013
Reply by Bill, on Wed Aug 07, 2013 3:04 am
PS: ‘pig sitting’

Thanks for the offer to sit my pig
with thoughts so kind and heart so big.
But I cannot fathom how
you could sit my little sow.

The pig goes everywhere with me
living life happy and free
and here is one good reason why
the pig’s so settled in its sty.

I don’t want you to be misled
the pig’s a figment in my head.
It is a concept and a thought
and therefore it cannot be caught.

I don’t think there has been yet
a slaughter house to house my pet
and as long as I am able
there’ll be no bacon on my table.

                                               
B. Withers 2013          


xmlo/o
Reply by mild_mannered_super_hero, on Wed Aug 07, 2013 10:05 pm
dearest bill, you have no piggie ??

you`ve told a fib, it was a biggie !!


to sit your pig, i did beg

and hope you not notice, his missing leg



a shoulder or ham, it is no matter

either is fine, upon my platter


no crispy bacon, no tender ham

yes dear bill, you`ve pulled a sham


the table set, i`ve poured the wine

and now you say, you have no swine


perhaps a bird, a quail, a dove

heavens no, it`s pork i love


a beef, a fish, a rabbit wont do

i prefer a piglet, in my stew


yes dear bill, you`ve let me down

and now i have to drive to town


off i go, to the barbeque joint

to get me something, that go`s OINK !!

Past Member
Reply by Past Member, on Wed Aug 07, 2013 11:25 pm
Love your sense of humor and loved your poem so much I shared it on my facebook.  There are sooooo many women in my age group who find bacon hard to ignore...ha ha
Reply by Bill, on Thu Aug 08, 2013 3:10 am
THOUGHTS ARE REAL.

I think it’s sad when people feel
thoughts we’ve had are not so real.
There’s no impartiality
when we define reality.

For once I really must insist
that surely all our thoughts exist.
So therefore what we think and feel
for each of us just must be real.

It’s especially so for poets
who, by there verses, often show it.
Their world is crammed with thoughts and dreams
and nothing’s ever what it seems.

Reality’s within the thought
and this is what poets report.
They will tell of what they see
within their own reality.

Poets cannot be said to lie
when in their verses they will try
to capture concepts to explain
all their thoughts that are germane.

Within this world of cruel men
‘small wonder some have turned to Zen.
They live and let live and not kill
so all their hopes and dreams fulfil.

They do not think it’s right or big
to kill and eat one little pig.
As even pigs deserve a life,
not to be put to butcher’s knife.

A selfish bestiality
has shaped human reality.
This, some have come to rise above
replacing it with worldwide love.

For them, their aim is very real.
It’s what they think and what they feel.
For they believe that their love brings
the best for them - and other things.

B. Withers 2013

Reply by Juuust_Jim, on Thu Aug 08, 2013 4:34 pm
I'm with you MMSH! I buy my Bacon from a Popular BBQ restaurant here in my town the people literally come from well-over an hour away to go to because of their massive portions of beef. They slice their bacon almost a 1/4 in thick! I never fry mine thought I'll Grill when i'm Bbq'ing to get a nice char on it, or Slow-roast it in the oven for about an hr on a cookie rack -and it literally melts in your mouth!
Reply by mild_mannered_super_hero, on Thu Aug 08, 2013 5:17 pm
well, this thread had over three hundred hits in just a few days....!!  thanks to everyone who read or commented.

special thanks to you bill, i thought it quite a challenge to try to match your replies....

perhaps after i rest my overworked brain a bit....we can rhyme about another of my passions....tobacco.........
Reply by Bill, on Fri Aug 09, 2013 1:31 am
Hello MMSH.  The pleasure was surely mine.  Thank you for the opportunity to join a thread that offered so much scope for expression in verse. It has got to be a useful activity when we are  challenged to utilise out little grey matter in such a way.   I'm not so sure about tobacco as, at first glance it wouldn't seem to have that moralistic streak running through it.
PS; What I wasn't really able to put into verse on this thread was how difficult it was for me - many years ago, when I first became a vegetarian, to resist the temptation to succumb to the smell of a bacon butty. Best wishes Bill
Reply by ByTheSea, on Wed Mar 30, 2016 12:37 pm

Oh! my my, Oh! hey hey

Oh! why did I look in this thread today?

I have no time to sit and laugh over piggy poems from 2 yrs back

 

But a poem about bacon?! inticed me, left me achin'

With a belly that's jiggling, just as a hog

I hooted, it barked, think I might be a dog

 

OdeLadyW 2016

Reply by mild_mannered_super_hero, on Fri Apr 01, 2016 7:43 am

thanks for the reply, i had almost forgotten about this thread. i consider it some of my finest work !!!

Reply by Bill, on Sun Apr 03, 2016 4:34 am

Well, well, well!

It just shows, you cannot tell

things once upon a time you'd write 

would would come up for a second bite.

 

I've been looking for a second thread

about tobacco's what you said.

But nothing came upon my screen

so I do not know what you mean.

Reply by mild_mannered_super_hero, on Thu Sep 10, 2020 10:59 am

gonn bump this to the top....

Reply by Bill, on Thu Sep 10, 2020 11:47 am

Who'd have thought, after all this time

you'd resurrect this post of rhyme.

But bumping this right to the top 

should not mean that the rhymes should stop.

 

There's plenty more within my store 

so, let's not simply close the door

on rhyming conversation which

will often satisfy my itch. 

 

Whatever happened to that bloke

who implied he liked to smoke

and wanted to discuss tobacco.

Perhaps he's gone - you never know!

 

Anyway!

Thanks for lightening the mood

and and steering clear of pigs as food,

for on this site we've moved a bit 

and now the subject's mostly sh**.

                                    B. Withers 2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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