With April being poetry month, my 9-year-old daughter has to memorize a poem for school that ultimately meets just two criteria:
* It must be 12-24 lines long
* It must be chosen by the student or composed by the student (this is not to be confused with the parent poetry corner)
With upwards of a dozen books of poetry in the house, not to mention the internet at our fingertips, it makes perfect sense that my daughter insisted on writing her own. You would think as a writer I would be thrilled about this, and I am – sort of. The writer in me shouts – hurrah – she loves to write! The mother in me says – crap – that means more homework for me.
So – we’ve been working on it – and as strong-willed as that girl is, I couldn’t sway her off her chosen topic. Bacon.
By the time it was completed and typed out – I have to say – I was proud of her. I helped her with the title and just two lines – the rest are all hers. She was a poet and didn’t even know it. Either did I. In honour of her first official writing (other than the nasty messages of how much she hates her unfair parents left occasionally on her chalkboard) I thought I would share my little poets work. So here’s to Lainey and to bacon.
It Doesn’t Get Better Than Bacon
I love bacon, there’s no doubt,
Piggy strip lovers – give a shout!
Oh, how it sizzles in the pan,
It’s made fresh from the farmer man.
Bacon, bacon, the sensation
Fills my mouth with celebration.
Bacon with eggs, bacon on toast,
Bacon – plain, is what I love most.
Dipped in ketchup, that’s so gross,
But, that’s my opinion, go try a dose.
I like pork bacon, not chicken or turkey,
But I do like to chew on a bit of beef jerky.
Bacon for breakfast, lunch or dinner
Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner!
If your parents will say yes
Fry some up and make a mess.
Dig right in and have a bite,
Go ahead and eat all night.
Hey meat lovers, take a call
Bacon’s here to save us all!