The oft’ omitted sonnet of the Big Bad Wolf

By Jacob Z.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways

Beauty be found from thy ears to thy hocks

Thy great odors are like beauteous rays

Thy appearance is like a paradox

I’ll gain a ball through boiling thy bladder

I’ll add a sting to mine ball with thy tail

I’ll throw my ball from atop a ladder

In giving me pleasure thou shalt not fail

Then upon thy curing I’ll gain some ham

At high noon, I’ll feast on thine tenderloin

Your baby back ribs I’ll give to the fam’

When they day is through I’ll still be going!

When I’m hungry I’ll not be forsaken

For ‘twill be time to devour thy BACON!