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When I was old enough, my mom
Would send me to the store,
Specifically, the bakery,
For treats I did adore.
But first, I had to ask them for
A rye bread they would slice,
With seeds, of course, or else
A pumpernickel would suffice.
And then some Linzer tarts for her,
Those filled with berry jam;
Then finally, the cakes
That made me happy as a clam.
Their name was Charlotte Russe,
A sponge cake in a cardboard sleeve,
With whipped cream and a cherry –
Just too perfect to believe!
They put them in a cardboard box
For me and my two bros
And tied it with a red-striped string,
As all of Brooklyn knows.
Today I wouldn’t like them –
Linzer tarts have more appeal –
But with a Charlotte Russe, back then,
How happy I would feel!
I pity those who can’t eat bread
But opt for gluten-free instead
For sourdough with hardened crust
And slathered butter is a must.
A bagel topped with lots of seeds
Is all a body really needs
Or onion rolls that softly squish
To complement most any dish.
A loaf of rye with caraway
Or garlic knots can make my day
And pumpernickel, deeply brown,
Has never ever let me down.
A fresh-baked challah, ripped apart,
Then dipped in sauce – be still, my heart!
Focaccia’s another treat
That must be sad to never eat.
I could go on and on, you know,
Expounding on the joys of dough.
For me, the truth is absolute –
There really is no substitute!
Lucifer: "finish that piece a quaint and approximate supplicant is not meant for the heather dowdy pulled up invectives that do not roundly gather."
Uraeal: "I should often belay that quaintness the fury of galactic storms like Katrina was winning."
Aurora: "Peakish and defied I see now with both pellucid guise and under the remittance we have stolen now appraise."
Helel: "The roofed and pillared steeples, these greet en-masse the stippled and fearful."
Kate: "Darker than that and I now protest, the cure has been found it stands abreast, to the northern wind now gather the horses the divine have horticulture."
RK: "Tepid I know, such an illustrious thing, that faces such perfect darkness and creates a new slung over crescent."
arophc varuag: "Comely and prince that true love never went to the abyss."
PW1: *Notices that he is to return, and erupts from the sorrows to act a folly before returning*
DR Dragon: "Aimless parades should colors simply melt like a witch's wet brace?"
Zeus: "Contemplating the never have I then a realm to squash the pumpernickel source should it ring the wrong bell."
The forbidden one: *Disembarks from his journey, considers rejoining these the rest.*
---End of act 1---
Hooray! Hooray! It’s Bagel Day!
Or so I’ve heard it said,
So substitute a bagel
For some ordinary bread.
Since many so-called “bagels”
Don’t have what it really takes
To be authentic, you may find
You’ve scarfed down lots of fakes.
Do not be fooled by circled dough
Around a center hole.
They must be dense and chewy
Like New York ones – that’s the goal.
Now other places have their fans,
(Hats off to Montreal!)
But some who serve a puffed-up version
Have a lot of gall.
To me, some seeds are needed -
Poppy, sesame and, too,
In pumpernickel, caraway,
And more than just a few.
A bagel’s a delicious treat
So eat it your own way,
But I need no reminding,
For I eat one every day!
A bagel worth its salt should have
A smattering of seeds,
‘Cause sesame or poppy
Is what every bagel needs.
A pumpernickel, though, requires
Caraways mixed in
And those that we call “everything”
Most always score a win.
To anyone who orders “plain,”
I have one thing to say:
(And do not get me started
On blueberries in the way)
I understand some seed-o-phobics
Think that they deserve
A bagel in its purest state,
But what you might observe
Is most New Yorkers find that seeds,
And more than just a smattering,
Are what, with New York water,
Make our bagels really mattering.
I'm so bored with winter
Waiting for the thaw
That I spread mayonnaise on the ceiling
And Parkay on the walls
Chicken salad on the chandelier
Tuna on the couch
A sprinkle of some bacon bits
Straight out of the pouch
Grape jelly on the door jams
Peanut butter in the locks
We'll have them eating out of our hands
Like a Canadian Mayor smoking rock
(but only when he's drunk)
Pickle relish in the picture frames
Nutella smeared into the floor
A half a pound of hard salami
Nailed onto the door
A call down to the bakery
Order up some pumpernickel
Slap it on the outside
With the house fixins in the middle
Here you have our special
What you taste you'll soon find out
Welcome to Mike & Savannah's
Famous Sandwich House
I went out sailing on Sandwich Sea
With my motley crew of make beliefs
In a boat of pumpernickel with masts of cheese
Mustarding our courage in a spreadable breeze
We watched peanut butter jelly fish swimming by
Along with a school of tuna fish on rye
But it was the salmon egg salad that caught my eye
When a storm of salt and pepper rained from the sky
Waves of mayonnaise tossed us to and fro
Thinking we might sink in our breaded boat
Saved by a 12 inch sub that surfaced on that note
Helping the boys and me to stay afloat
As they lettuce out of danger and set us free
No one spreading joy was happier than me
With my motley crew of misfit make beliefs
Sailing the high cheese out on Sandwich Sea
Freshly baked warm spinach bread
all nutrient packed
and sliced up thick for grilled cheese;
a tasty delight
for those colder nights
oozy cheese,
yum!
Tasty pumpernickel bread,
tuna salad spread;
mustard, mayo, pickle too;
chases away blues
awakens palate
ready lunch,
good!
Potato bread croutons in
a nice green salad,
blue cheese dressing poured upon;
garden fresh onions,
sliced up bell peppers,
fit for kings,
ooh!
Sour dough’s scent fills my kitchen
joyous aroma;
egg salad spread piled between
two slices, oh my.
for dessert some pie
tasty lunch,
Fine!
4-22-2020
STRAND PICK C,ANY THEME,ANY FORM Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
This tale is about Pickle Onion Percy
Who is besotted with a little cocktail pickle called Tracy Tickle
Many hours are spent together chatting and laughing
On a warm soft fresh slice of rye pumpernickel
Now, Percy is known for being somewhat fickle
He is poor and only possesses a nickel
He is the target of Asparagus and Gherkin… who take the mickle
Who harass and bully him …. As tears down Percys face do trickle
Truth is , Gherkin and Asparagus also fancy the sweet Tracy Tickle
Though she thinks they are bullies and so very mean
Both tall ,weird and lumpy looking
And horrible shades of green
Tracy Tickle only has eyes for Percy Pickle
Asparagus and Gherkin actually make her feel quite sickle
Percy is sweet, funny and kind
Tracy desperately wants to become Mrs Pickle!
Dress up this tasty circular bread
with cream cheese, lox, or veggie spread.
A pumpernickel choice with marmalade jelly, just cried out to my empty belly.
There are too many people in this waiting line!
I arrived at 7:00 and it's quarter past 9:00!
I call out with a soft french shout,
"Quel est le problem?"
What's the wait all about?
"Le beignet......" "S'il vous plait." My bagel please, today!
Crunchy grapes, fragrant brie, so many toppings, too many to see.
These warm fine spreads will soon decorate my plate.
I would save some for you, but I just can’t wait.
My morning coffee just cried out , "Where is my companion? I might pass out"
Can you guess the treat of which I speak?
It’s a favorite of many, but not unique.
Round as a penny, near the size of your hand,
it’s MY savory BAGEL and just plain grand!
Bon appetit !