A poem written on behalf of bG

Pork belly is fatty,

sauce poured over it with much aroma,

With much fats in it, 

so does cik norlizaa.

The skies were clear then, 

but its black now.

How did this happen?

Oh, pork belly's fart made it black!

The balsams in my garden are beautiful,

When pork belly invaded my garden, 

every single plant wilted and died, 

So does my beautiful day.

It rained oil and my garden burst into flames, 

The Sun cooked my flowers in oil,

Her insults made me furious, 

Her scoldings made me crazy.

My mood was good, 

But now it's bad, 

Like unfrozen pork belly,

Turns smelly after days.

I cooked the pork belly but it still stinked, 

with much sauce and oil over it

My heart shattered when her foul mouth opened,

after explaining useless explainations.

A true bG production.

Take off an "a" from the name.