# Bacon-loving, Nosy James In a town not far, there lived James, With bacon dreams and nosy aims. He’d sniff the air and declare with glee, “Is that bacon I smell, or is it just me?” Every morning, without a miss, James would eat bacon with a side of bliss. Crispy, chewy, or even in stew, Any bacon form, James sure knew. But when not munching on that pork delight, James was peeping left and right. He’d pop up at your windowpane, Asking, "Is that bacon or just mundane?" He'd join conversations out of the blue, Offering bacon bits, old and new. "Did you hear about Sue and her shoe?" Or "Bob's cat, yes, the one that's blue!" Neighbors would laugh, some would groan, “Here comes James, let’s pretend we’re not home!” But with bacon in hand, he was hard to resist, A bacon bribe, who could dismiss? So if you’re ever in James's town, And you smell bacon with a hint of renown, Remember it’s just James, sharing his glee, With bacon for all, and stories for free!