At the Annual Luncheon of course I pa** up
The orange pom-poms of roe and reach for the BLT.
It's a very formal affair, and looks and tastes
Real but is probably fat-free. Lots of people
Mistake a rock for a bear but almost no one
Mistakes a bear for a rock. There are strips
And strips of bacon and malls across America.
Scholars say that while he was writing Lolita,
Nabokov ate hundreds of “pigs in a blanket.”
On The Mall in D.C. people play softball, watch
Fireworks, and occasionally clutch terrible
Placards. What about a replica of the Capitol
In bacon? When I'm very hungry, I think
I could eat one at an all-night, all-bacon diner.
What about a flag of bacon? Oh I would
Not have the courage to fly it. For who would
Apologize to the pigs and hogs and sky?