Judy Ball Poet Quatrain

Bread

Hailed through the ages as the staff of life,
It takes many forms in each town and fief.
There's white bread and brown bread, biscuits and scones,
And hoe cakes and muffins, crescents and corn pone.

When setting a table, with china, replete,
Without buns or rolls it's just not complete.
The main dish is scrumptious, the side dishes fine,
But the meal is a bust without bread of some kind;

And when a young man is seeking a wife,
If she can't make a biscuit there's gonna be strife;
So when it's all finished and all's done and said,
Please pass the biscuits, it ain't supper 'thout bread.

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Andrea Dietrich December 6, 2011 at 10:14 PM soupmail. Judy Ball December 7, 2011 at 9:14 AM Soupmail back my friend. Love and Hugs, JB

Andrea Dietrich December 5, 2011 at 9:27 PM Judy, this is really cool. I know so many people love bread. have you heard of eating for your blood types? I am an O, and bread is one of the worst things I can be eating, but I sure do love it on occasion with lots of butter!! Judy Ball December 6, 2011 at 7:39 AM Thanks so much Andrea. Glad you like this. No never heard of eating for your blood type. I too am O+ Why is that bad for our blood type? I eat a lot of cornbread, biscuits and hushpuppies. That's on account of Ah'm a southern girl, Y'all. ;). God Bless my friend. And thanks bunches. JB

Elizabeth Wesley December 5, 2011 at 5:04 PM If baked at home it is irresistable! A great poem on the taste of the intense feelings we have for the stuff. Judy Ball December 6, 2011 at 8:17 AM Thanks so much Elizabeth. Yes indeed, we all love the stuff in one form or another. Some other forms are hushpuppies, garlick bread,french bread, cuban bread, bread sticks,we could go on forever. Thanks bunches my friend. God Bless, JB

Gwendolen Song December 5, 2011 at 2:06 PM Hi Judy~thanks for your comments, gal. U are right. Folks just don't care about the true meaning of Christmas any more...I noticed u are the Quatrain Queen...I have never written one before. I will study yours for sure when I write my first. God bless u. Hope u are having a nice beginning to your holidays. Love, Gwendolen Judy Ball December 6, 2011 at 8:49 AM Thanks so much Gwen. Glad you liked it. Don't know why I write in Quatrains. It just comes natural to me. I am honored that you like it. God Bless, JB

John Freeman December 5, 2011 at 1:09 PM Hey me lady... tis cool wisdom simply... just as poetry should be. I do get the notion metaphorically tis living bread we's talking, Right? Thanks for your gracious understanding of my poetry. Agape, Moses Judy Ball December 6, 2011 at 8:41 AM Thanks so much my friend. So glad you liked this one. Actually I had an old country western tune going around in my head the last line being, "Please pass the biscuits I jest cain't eat without bread." This is what came out of that. But do love and appreciate your take on this. Thanks bunches and Love and Hugs, God Bless, JB

Joe Maverick December 5, 2011 at 12:32 PM Ahh Judy you have got to the kernel of the "food thing" here,, real tasty indeed..!

Russell Sivey December 5, 2011 at 11:10 AM I love this write Judy! You have written a spellbinding poem, I'm glad I stopped by and read it! Bread, it's really the staple of everybody's life...and those that don't like bread...I wonder if they are alright! In my humble opinion, crescents are the best! Thank you for sharing your poem today! Awesome Work!! Judy Ball December 5, 2011 at 11:12 AM Thanks so much Russ for this great review. Glad you like it. God Bless, JB