How Bout a Poem?

How about a poem today ..

Pork

I never met a pig I didn't think was fine.

Bacon, ham, chops,They are all divine.

But when I see one face to face,my appetite becomes disgraced.

Their face so pretty,their tails so curly,Their ears are so cute,my emotions dispute.

My love for pork,and I almost drop my my fork.

So I must forget their face so sublime, and think of bacon, so divine.

Come on into Dirt Road. We don't have bacon, but we have other divine stuff.