Thou lookest like a crumpet,
But thou dost taste like dry toast.
Cannot even marmalade
Rid thee of thy aridness?
But lo, hearken unto me,
For there art bacon!
Not good back bacon
Just greasy, streaky shit
For moisturiser, perchance.
Muffin and bacon.
Bacon and muffin.
Two nebulous universes collide
Within thy salty embrace.
