Tonight, a silly poem about pork.

For all the wonderful foodstuffs on earth
That God graciously grants we savor,
There is but one beloved thing
Unique in its intoxicating flavor.

This is an ode to smoky swine
That foodstuff of multiple uses.
My fond cholesterol laden friend
Conjured from a symphony of muses.

Like an ethereal spiritual being,
It assumes several forms;
The pork chop, the sausage,
The streaky strip--all the regular norms.

The rib roast, the ham hock,
It seems quite exotic;
Country ribs and salt pork,
Damn, now it's erotic.

I'm thinking a ham steak,
A pig on on a spit?
Canadian, pancetta
I want all this shit!

Pork enhances each dish--
In cooking, no compare.
And an added benefit?
It's keeps you...regulaire.

So enjoy your daily dose of pork,
(C'mon, it's not like it's fur);
What on earth can truly compare
To pulled pork and a beer?

I remain loyal to this meat
Until the day I'm struck dead
I'm glad that I don't eat kosher
Or that the fat has gone to my head.

So eat your pork, kids. It also tastes good with waffles.