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The Ballad Of Pedro And Luis

It was hot and arid in the desert
No wind, no breeze, not a breath
And Pedro and Luis were lost
And so very close to  death.

As they crawled across the dunes
An odour drifted through the air
The smell of bacon frying
Wafting  around them there.

Slightly ahead of his mate
Pedro crested a dune to see
Rashers and rashers and rashers
Growing on a bacon tree.

Turning painfully around to
Address  his old  friend
He said,the Good Lord has
Saved us from a certain end

Crawling painfully forward
Eager for a life saving taste,
Yards away from safety when
All his effort  went to waste.

As sudden machine gun fire
Sent him close to his death.
He tried to warn his friend
With his last dying breath:

Luis stay away from here,
Crawl away in a rush,
Eese  not a bacon tree
Eese a deadly Ham Bush

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