I think of all the loves that there have been,

and there have been a number, it is true,

there’s one I hold so dear, and has to mean

the most to me. No matter when a new

 

infatuation comes along, I still

return to my old favourite in time,

to prove that I can never have my fill

of one who leaves me feeling so sublime.

 

The taste of some brings pleasure to my lips,

a subtle thrill that causes me to smile,

yet through it all there’s none that can eclipse

the one that always goes the extra mile.

 

Despite the strong appeal of all the rest

I am unswayed, and bacon is the best.