Seeded
I love any bread with seeds -
Bagels, rolls or rye,
Pumpernickel, crusty loaves -
They all will satisfy.
Caraway and sesame
My appetite will spur;
But poppy seeds, above all others,
Are what I prefer.
Some cakes and muffins, even scones,
Are dotted with those seeds.
When I am in a bakery,
My mouth knows what it needs.
I marvel at those people,
Who will willingly abstain
From the joy of crunching seeded food
To eat a bagel plain.
They miss the subtle flavors
That all tiny seeds bequeath;
Though their one advantage is they won't
Have seeds stuck in their teeth!
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