Robert Pettit Poet Rhyme

Soft Pretzels

There is a bakery on Federal Street.
What they produce there is certainly a treat.
You can smell those pretzels baking inside.
The pleasant aroma permeates far and wide.
They are a deep brown color with specks of salt.
The taste would make anyone hungry want to halt.
So if you happen to be around South Philadelphia way,
be sure to pick up some of their soft pretzels today.

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Kim Van Breda March 3, 2014 at 3:22 AM Yummy !! Great write on tasty snack. We had them from the Vendors in NYC in the middle of winter-- what a treat.

Deb Wilson March 2, 2014 at 8:12 PM good job Robert..a poem about one of my favorite foods...here near Pittsburgh they have good ones too!

Tim Smith March 2, 2014 at 7:05 PM You should show them this..Maybe you can get some complimentary pretzels

Laura Cole March 2, 2014 at 5:50 PM Very nice :-)