So a couple weeks ago a friend of mine asked me to write a poem about bacon and a song about Jenga...and I actually did it. We should all be able to have a bit of fun sometimes :)
BACON
It is, by no means, a delicate meat.
My morning salty, sizzling treat.
With eggs and ham
I'm now flipping you over in my flippidy frying pan.
Wearing my manly apron that says "I'm the cooking man."
Everyone is at the table and readily awaiting,
Holding their spoons and forks...anxiously salivating.
The toast was ready, buttered, and the biscuits were warm and flaking...
Then smoke filled the room, and everyone was pissed,
because I burnt the damn bacon.
JENGA SONG
I wish I could put it back, but now it's falling
down, down, down...
My dreams of winning big have now tumbled to the
ground, ground, ground...
You gotta play it safe to win the race
against gravity and your friends.
You gotta be real smart and pull the middle block
Or you'll never want to play Jenga again.
Oh, never play Jenga again...woo hoo woo hoo
I shouldn't have pulled from the left and now this monolith is goin
down, down, down...
My buds are all watching me cry and not making a
sound, sound, sound...
"This dude takes his Jenga seriously" "Yeah, he doesn't mess
around, round, round"
You gotta play it safe to win the race
against gravity and your friends.
You gotta be real smart and pull the middle block
Or you'll never want to play Jenga again.
Oh, never play Jenga again...woo hoo woo hoo
Now the fun is over, you guys gotta go...
leave me with my sad blocks so I can practice alone.
Don't look at me like that, you won this time bro
But next time you're up in here I'm gonna Jenga you all the way home...
And you'll be goin down...down...down.
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