Short Baguette Poems
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All the French
I can take -
piece of cake.
A baguette
or croissants?
Paris tempts.
Cream inside;
lick my lips.
Morrow’s trip.
Brie on baguette with rosé
a picnic for two in the park
moments of spontaneity to treasure
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
a gabion if only the little girl knew
she'll be julius caesar and no baguette in her basket
only stones to distract the picnic of dreams long gone
Home-grown tomatoes on low
Basil and garlic
Angel hair pasta wall test
Fresh parmesan cheese
Thin-sliced hard baguette
Olive oil
Yum!
Let me breathe that sea air
that once waltzed through your hair.
Let me view that sunrise
you once graced with your eyes.
Let me taste that baguette
from the morn we first met.
How I've replayed that dawn
since they told me you're gone.
My sister's favourite 'snack' is filet mignon.
I'm less of a carnivore
and will be quite satisfied
with caesar salad and a baguette.
Of course I'll want to wash it down
with a generous glass of pinot grigio.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Door to Nowhere
Royalty have Chateau’s
With moats and drawbridges
Artists have colors
Paints and brushes and dreams
The poor have soup
And Marie's gateau’s
The lonely have open doors
To nowhere
I let my baguette go hard and stale
So I could stab myself with nourishment
As my blood flows slowly
Through that door with no hope
I with no rope, fade away
My husband said, “Pick up some bread
When you are at the store.
Of course you must be sure the crust
Is what I’m looking for.”
The loaf I found was nicely browned
And fresh out of the oven.
You never met a French baguette
About to get such lovin’.
For soon we’ll feast on what some yeast
Created with some flour;
When butter-spread, that loaf of bread
We’ll hungrily devour.
Scaly Kelly scrawled a scribble rolled up into a scroll
Kept it in the Dolly's baguette and waited for the fall
But Dolly was fumbler-bumbler
Constitutionally humbler
Kissed the baguette goodbye and jumped on a jumbo spring roll
Scaly Kelly © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY November 2014
Tripe, sweetbreads, entrails, offal,
some people spell them awful.
Scottish chefs can do them right
Haggis, a meal, out of sight.
Making a proper meatball sandwich
is virtual what-not-who and which
needing perhaps some extra spice
supply it with a bit of Scotch hype.
The last, best organ 'grinder' that I got
was on Panera Bread’s French baguette, hot.
Barrel-shaped bread held tight as treasure
the tin cup for the drink of my pleasure.
Lazy, long, leisurely lunch,
Lolling, laughing, lingering,
O'er lamb-stew, linguini 'n lager.
In Louisville, Los Angeles, Las Vegas,
London, Lisbon, or Lyon;
At Los Olivos, Las Palmas, La Paloma,
La Scala, La Baguette, or La Castilla:
Let lunch lie palatially on your palate,
Let lunch slowly settle in your limbs,
Let lunch last always:
Let it lustrate and luminate
Life lived long and lived well.
Doctor Duck could not cluck
Whenever he tried, he was out of luck
So he bought bread
Brioche, Baguette, White, and Grain
He'd wake up covered in crumbs
Looking like one of the bums
His wife left him because he spent his paycheck on bread
Doctor duck sure was out of luck
He'd lost it all, every single buck
Doctor Duck was fired
He was always tired
So he worked at the grocery store
All the bread he could want, and more
Just stock the shelves with food
And He'd be good.