German Pretzels

A rest stop break and next to us A group of German folken. The universal language Filled with gestures soon was spoken. Perhaps a food tour? All were Apron-clad and eating lunch And drinking wine and laughing As they'd sip and talk and munch. My husband shrugged and pointed, Meaning, What? No food for me? A laden plate and glass of wine Were offered instantly. Our bus mates wandered over And the party did expand As giant German pretzels Found their way to every hand. You just need one brave soul to cross The line and break the ice. The payoff may be food or smiles But either way, it's nice. P.S. To keep the record straight, Both licorice and hazelnut Gelato found their happy way Into the pathways of my gut!