Saturday, December 18, 2010

Ode to French Bread


Oh crunchy carbohydrate
Loaf-shaped apple of my eye
With your freshly baked aroma
It's enough to make me sigh

You go with every other food
Be it chocolate, ham or pasta
And if you're described as 'crusty'
It's never a disaster

Your gaze is judgment free
As I eat you by the basket
Bread, my light, my love
Just one question I would ask it

As I use you with a dip
As I carve you on a bench
As I eat you in a sandwich
Why is it better when you're French?


Painefull Out

1 comment:

  1. Oh, I love bread but unfortunately it does not love me.

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