Meat, lots of it

Alright, by popular request (one person) I must post my horrible poem of culinary puns. I hardly like to call this poetry, and believe me, it is not my favourite poem that I have written. However, others seem to enjoy it. Give the people what they want, right?

If I could fry,
I would give you some
wings.
Together we'd fry
in the sky.
There we'd meat
others.
Play some poker.
High steaks.
We'd get slaughtered.
But your tender words
would save our bacon.

If I could turn back thyme
I would go to that night.
It was anise night, but chili.
Our lives were cloven in two.
We separated,
I was held at bay
by your sage advice.
It was sub lime.

To call those puns bad... would be an understeakment.