Some nonsense verse tries to make sense. . .


Half an Ode to Half a Loaf



Battered
both crusted from experience
side by side laid to rest
awaiting carving knife
to separate us, twins,
the yeast we could do
rise up on cue conjointly
from the heat of battle
burned and scarred
vehicle crisply consumed
barrage of heat –
we knew it had to come to this –
having been bread so long
accustomed to morning rushes
terrific jams that kept us glued,
sandwiched amongst loafers
reel basket cases it ap-piered
fishing for excuses to meat
the big cheese –
but, he mustard gone –
no way raisin him on the celery phone
and no way to ketchup with him today –
perfect end to a crumby day
all tied up
well, bag it for another way
until a hero comes – by sub, they say –
but I, for wonder, doughnot believe he will –
worthless heel that he may turnip to be.--
said I again with a rye smile –
after all, we'd bin weighting for a whole wheat -
to have something for which to toast:
bad, any way you slice it.



Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-02-04 at 15:37

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Rob Taylor
I will never look at a loaf of bread the same way again. I have a question....can you write anything that isn't good and very intriguing?
2007-02-09


Rob Graber
Pretty entertaining; makes me hungry though... ;-,?
2007-02-04



:-D
The Alien one loaves it!
2007-02-04