Here's my play off of James Whitcomb Riley's "When the Frost is on the Punkin" poem as an homage to Culver's.
When the Bacon’s in the Burger
When the bacon’s in the burger and the shake is in the cup,
And you hear, “Welcome to Culvers!” or a friendly, “Hey, what’s up?!”
And the sizzlin’ of some burgers, and the fryin’ of some curds,
Makes one’s ears ring with joy, like the singing of the birds;
O, it’s then the times a feller is a-feelin’ mighty richer,
With a Bacon ButterBurger or a Turtle Concrete Mixer,
As he takes the Value Basket and sits down again to sup,
When the bacon’s in the burger and the shake is in the cup.
Culver's recently held a poetry contest about bacon and shakes, and so I wrote this. Unfortunately, it was not until after I had written and submitted my poem that I found out that the contestant winners would be solely chosen randomly, and so I fear that my literary try may be beaten out by something as silly as "Bacon loves shakes. Yeah!!!" or something equally ridiculous. I will post up here if I happen to win something.
