Bring me bacon,
cut straight from a sow’s side
that’s been sizzled in the sun.
One egg....No!... two
yokes that stare like yellow eyes
of monsters shocked,
surprised i brought them down,
to fry them blind.
A sausage! Condom filled feast, topped and tailed
then pulped between my teeth.
All of a sudden a great big black puddin’
i'd bury in one gulp.
Failing that, one lump of hard lard
and a scattering of stale crumbs
that tumble from a rich man’s table.