Hello bacon my old friend.
I’ve like to eat some more of you again.
Because an odor softly creeping.
Filled my dreams whilst I was sleeping.
And the taste that was planted in my brain, still remains.
Echoed within the sound of sizzling.
The following took place at a dinner party in Jerusalem about 2000 years ago.
This is my body. *Pulls out some bread*
This is my blood. *Pours some wine*
This is a stick up *Pulls out a gun*, put your hands on your head and get on the floor.