This whole zombie and bacon thing has just tickled my fancy (isn’t that such an old fashioned yet perfect way to describe deep humor and enjoyment?). If you haven’t caught up with my great experiment check out this post first, Zombies & Bacon. My favorite part of this post is the Haiku that Maine Mom wrote to me:
Blogging her outlet
Julie “keywords” to get hits
Zombie bacon scam
Love Her!
The conclusion is that it totally came true. In the past week I’ve had more hits on zombie and bacon than any other post. But guess what? I’m starting to see zombies and bacon everywhere I go. Notice the random poetry that I found at Duckfat? What would a zombie think of Young Steamy Robust Pork Torso? But, stop, can Syrah really smell like Young Steamy Robust Pork Torso? I’ve figured it out, this must be the new zombie drink of choice. I’m going to use Twitter to get the word out.
One never knows where their fortune will come from. Maybe writing isn’t for me and my true destiny is in the bacon and zombie industry. I think I need a business plan. I’ll get right on that.
Sure, now you know that its a haiku.
Love your stuff too. Slightly skewed outlook on life makes the day fun.
It’s really funny, isn’t it?
Duckfat patrons smile
As random words entangle
Now poems on a wall
Are you a closet English teacher?
Why, did I correct your grammer?
Closet poet? Perhaps.
Closet English teacher? Never.
Maine Momis (quite obviously) not an English teacher. She can’t spel grammar
Did you spell spel wrong? Never should have skipped third grade!
From the source: spelled spel wrong on purpose. Likely, story.
I smell a cookbook in the making. The Young Steamy Robust Pork Torso Cook Off.
Keep writing.
Make me miss seventh grade!