Pork...
You come in variety of shapes and sizes, tastes and textures,
You tastes good in anyway you are done,
The whole world is just crazy about you,
And yet there you are, never short of supply to satisfy the needs of the people,
People call you names, diss you, discard you,
But never am I, I am always there for you to satisfy me,
I even have a special name for you, I call you:
Mr. Porky Pork.
Damn, I thank God for creating you,
You make me complete, I just cannot see life without you,
How boring life would be without pork,
For Mr. Porky Pork would even make the fussiest eaters eat,
That is the power of pork,
Thank you mama papa for giving us pork to eat when we are still young,
Now I know the value of pork when pork is kinda limited,
Oh pork,
My papa cooks the best pork,
His sweet stewed pork, his pork soup, his pork masak kicap, and all that he has ever created,
I miss his cooking and I am sure gonna inherit the cooking,
I will learn to cook pork and pass it on to my children later,
Pork,
You bond people and families,
You make people sit down and talk and enjoy you at the same time,
Pork,
Thank you...
