You either love bacon or you're wrong. This had more than a little help from ThatCatInTheBeret, who you should probably check out.
My arteries contract and rush
As I taste your sizzling blush
For what is love but not for thee,
Pork flesh salty as the sea
The blessed meat doth fill my throat
It's crispy, tender, smoked.
For what is life, but not for thee
My bacon, sweet as food can be.
The holy oven doth spew its stuff
A plate with bacon, just enough.
For what is food, but not for thee
Thy awesome meat of hope and glory
My stomach fills with heaven-sent food
A Danish Pig on Angels' Wings sent to lift my mood
For what am I, but not for thee
In this world of misery.