After spending a lifetime trying to refine his literary tastes by basking in the realms of quality fiction, satire and very juvenile humor, the yard panda was nonetheless disturbed to find that nothing, no nothing, moves him quite like the crisp, sizzling honesty of bacon poetry. Thank you, Pam Higgins, for sharing this, and for reminding us that bacon is not only delicious, but the preferred poetical meat of yard pandas and breakfast lovers everywhere.
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