Ode to Bacon

Ode to bacon:

Twas the day before smoking and all through the house, 

all creatures were screaming particularly my spouse.  

The bellies are hung in the reefer with care,

for tonight they'll be smoked in the cool winter's night air.

My belly's a grumblin' and makin' a fit,

cuz it hasn't been fed in quite a bit.

But tonight we shall feast on meat, fishes and more,

and tomorrow my scale will read four pounds more.