Sonnet — LG-BBQ (Large Barbecue)

The earth needs more men who devour bacon

Sure, I’ve had soy, it’s really not too bad

But char-grilled guys do get women achin’

You can’t deny it; truth is ironclad

Men go big-time when it’s love they’re makin’

They’ll beef up weak pecs and de-louse their pad

The whole world needs strength to stop from quakin’

I know this sonnet will get some folks mad

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‘Specially those who do too much wakin’

I don’t much care, call me a douchey cad

Just shout when the tender loins are bakin’

Now listen up, this is where it gets rad

Roots, ribs or rice, no one cares what you eat

Ignore all the tasteless scolds when they bleat

About canceling the scourge known as meat

For those who cheered the turn of the food screw

Prepare for spice, you’re first on the menu!

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