Food poetry
27 Feb '08 09:01Why not?
I mean, poems can be inspired by love, hate, war, peace, politics and religion; sex, dreams, angels, and the like. Yet, we all eat, or at least we would like to, and some of the brightest moments of our lives have to do with food... or really good food.
So, here we go. Please share your food poem with us.
My rye bread
Warm and fluffy
you dawn from the toaster
better than a boiled lobster,
a slice of the sky.
Rye bread, oh rye bread!
Rye bread, oh rye bread!
Heavenly you are with butter,
a caring host as well for cream cheese,
sometimes a slice of ham is bliss
it is so much what you have to offer.
Rye bread, oh rye bread!
Rye bread, oh rye bread!
Never change, my brown bite of rainbow,
do not let Kraft invade Northern Europe
and try to sell to us a substitute
because I'd rather eat my own elbow.
Seitseus
I mean, poems can be inspired by love, hate, war, peace, politics and religion; sex, dreams, angels, and the like. Yet, we all eat, or at least we would like to, and some of the brightest moments of our lives have to do with food... or really good food.
So, here we go. Please share your food poem with us.
My rye bread
Warm and fluffy
you dawn from the toaster
better than a boiled lobster,
a slice of the sky.
Rye bread, oh rye bread!
Rye bread, oh rye bread!
Heavenly you are with butter,
a caring host as well for cream cheese,
sometimes a slice of ham is bliss
it is so much what you have to offer.
Rye bread, oh rye bread!
Rye bread, oh rye bread!
Never change, my brown bite of rainbow,
do not let Kraft invade Northern Europe
and try to sell to us a substitute
because I'd rather eat my own elbow.
Seitseus