Bread
You are felicitous, amiable
as water and just as good with.
I could eat you in a house.
I could eat you with a mouse.
I could eat you in the tip top of trees.
In the morning, you are hot
bread pudding. At night,
a strict baguette.
There are nights with garlic
and nights with honey.
Honeycombed Lancelot,
I've true tried you.
And sometimes, you become
the body of another,
and in my mouth
I become part of you.
I like this. Big fan of Dr. Seuss. :-)
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