In Praise of Crunchy Things

Our God be praised for crunchy things, He weaves Benediction to our senses - bounteous gift The crunch of acorns, crackle of the leaves Neath frosted cautious foot steps given lift No more soft salad days in sunlit field Now taste buds come alive and cue desire For fare more robust challenge as we yield Our choice, alimentation to the fire Then what the oven! what the grill! the heat! To metamorphose dull food catalogue To scrumptious toothsome sustenance replete With crackling why not go the wholesome hog Transformed by sensual pleasure as we munch We’re moved to a higher being with the crunch