So here's the thing; when in doubt I write poetry about food. I don't know what more to say about that. Number 40, again rejected for the free verse homework for my class.
I like my bacon crisp, blackened even
And there's nothing wrong with a soft white loaf
But why not have bread you can taste and crunch?
While it cooks, why hold back?
Lettuce and mayonnaise
Or ketchup, brown sauce, mustard
And maybe tomatoes if they're going spare.