YOU'RE THE BACON

You're the bacon to my egg
And the minutes to my hour
You're the beer to my keg
And the pickle to my sour
You're the stocking to my leg
And the petals to my flower
You're the board to my peg
And the water to my shower
You're the love who makes me beg
This poem may be a little bit dour
That's cause I'm not Jerry Clower