Getting the right amount of butter on a biscuit is an art not easily mastered.
I feared greatly as the biscuit
was lathered so fiercely
it expanded and grew soggy.
Thought I, What is this drenched baked beast of yeast
that it must be anointed with margarine repeatedly,
lugubriously, without rest or reprieve
for a poor plastic-knife-wielding anointer?
Does the fluffy, flour-based fiend
swim in its nonfat, fatty swamp:
the lifeblood of Lassens Health Foods?
How long before the dough-birthed behemoth
turns murderous, belching up powdery puffs
and outstretching its
glutinous gluten-free arms
that it might pull me down
into its olive-oil-like shallows,
restrain me at its bready bosom,
and carry me off to my buttery doom?
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Heartpen: Poems of a Cardiac Quill
PoetryAdventure calls to seekers from different eras, different towns, even different worlds. Paths cross. Journeys intertwine. This poetry book highlights mysteries that drive us. It explores loss, endurance, and the struggle to find truth. Featuring gr...