Steven and his Deadly Cheeks

Steven had some chubby cheeks,
Right below his eyes.
Round and pink and pliable
And of tremendous size.

Steven went out for a walk
And drew his final breath.
A strong wind flapped those cheeks about
And beat poor Steve to death.

Bacon Fat

I ate a bowl of pork-y grease,
A fact that I ain't fakin'.
And now when I go exercise
My sweat smells just like bacon.