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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.]
