When skies are grey, and mornings feel so cold
And the bowl of soggy cereal seems so small
There is a land that harbors tastes of gold
And Bacon reigns supreme above them all.

The Syrup drizzles down, a gentle show’r
A Waffle grid on end, the city wall
A Pancake stack becomes the central tow’r
And Bacon reigns supreme above them all.

The ripest Fruit will dangle in the trees
The sunny, glossy Eggs warm every hall
The Muffins crumble gently in the breeze
And Bacon reigns supreme above them all.

One taste to rule them all; it has been found
In sacred breakfast joinéd all are bound

~ omnia vincit porcus ~

Part of Poem-a-day 2012. Title donated by J.O. S.

This entry was posted on September 04, 2012 and is filed under Creativity. Tags: Poetry, Sonnet, Poem-a-day 2012