Bacon butty.

Oh bacon, lord of snacking.
For midnight feasts when something’s lacking
Take my hand and lead me to the fridge
under shelves of lard and cheese
let thy hand now find you with ease

Oh lord of bacon, lean and without rind
slightly smoked with me in mind
let me fry you in lard or oil
till you are crispy sometimes cremated
Just right for the way you were created.

Oh lord of bacon come hither with bread
so at last I can take you up to bed
and dream of pigs and butchers
Oh yummy I do now declare
as I drop you on the stair

Oh lord of bacon, I do now huff.
As I pick away the hairy fluff.
Not hair of cat, nor hair of dog
will stop my bacon butty feast.
Na this sarnies not deceased.