Tuesday, September 11, 2012

An Awful Ode to Homemade Bread

This has nothing to do with anything...

Thy pockets are full
Of yeasty goodness
Air apparent
-ly awesome in admixture with gluten

Thou art crusty
And toasty and buttered
My teeth gnash
-ing across molecular webs that breadily fruiten

My mind is awhirl
A cascading torrent
Of bready texture
-s synapses fire ecstatically as I nosh

Wilt thou snog
O my slice
Softly thy coo
-ing to me makes mouth water in lusty anticipation of biting into your spongy innards

[This is better when it’s performed, as opposed to being read—ed.]