Abe has taken to scribbling poetry in the kitchen late at night. It's always fun to stumble across a new poem by Abraham. I don't want to embarrass him by publishing his more personal works, but here is a silly (yet delightful) one I don't think he'll mind being shared:
Tender Bacon Love
When I wake
I smell watcha makin'
Breathe in flavor
Of cookin' bacon
Look quite hot
Pregnant and big
Front of that stove
Sizzlin' that pig
You've been seen by the long-legged stork
I can tell
As you flip the pork
5 comments:
LOL... That's a great poem. Abe is very talented!
I lawled for reals! Nice work.
Delightful. Absolutely delightful. I want to read more.
HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!. That is all I have to say. Abe kills me
Abe's a poet? I didn't know it! That thar's a keeper. (The poem AND the man.)
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