Mmmm, Bacon

Yeah, unless you are Kameron and actually read my blog, you have no idea that I just updated this post. Except that now you do. I've updated from a first draft to the last draft that I will ever write of this poem.

On a side note, I hate peer editing. With one group one day you get feedback like, "Don't change anything, it's amazing." And then the next day with a different group you get feedback like, "Change everything, this is horrendous." For the same work. I also hate when the professor sits down and takes over the peer edit group. Professors are not peers, no matter how much they want to be. If a professor wants to give feedback, then by all means give it, but not in a peer edit session.

On another side note

Bacon is King

By Matthew Fife

The Bacon Baron rules the breakfast lands

With feasting, singing ringing in his halls.

His greasiosity coats hearts and hands

He eyes the world developing his plans,

A passion grips his mind, no one can stall

The Bacon Baron’s plot to rule the lands.

With fierce determination he expands,

A side no more but center of it all

As salads, pastas – Salt! – fall to his hands.

He crosses borders into witches’ sands

Not slowing down, his rise means others fall

To give the Baron greater rule of lands.

No food escapes the burning of his brand,

Desserts like baconuts hold men enthralled

Accepting fate delivered from his hands.

Once pow’rful hearts were free of fatty bands,

Upon our cushioned thrones we sit and sprawl

While crowning Bacon king in all our lands.

The fate of all the food lies in his hands.