The Fresh Baked Bread Sonnet
by cricketjeff on March 28, 2018. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
I may have died and woken up in heaven
I’ve just untinned a fresh-baked loaf of bread.
From one to ten I think I touched eleven
The moment that its perfume reached my head.
I’ve cut a slice, the time has come to taste it
First naked then with butter, rich and thick,
But nothing else I see no need to waste it
Beneath what ever spread some fools would pick.
There’s cranberries, pineapple and Brazil nuts
Enough to tease but not to overwhelm,
Not chopped up small, you have to know they’re still nuts,
No better supper all across this realm.
So have I died? Who cares but my advice
Is hurry up and grab another slice!
Author notes
(I really really wanted a second slice but I’m fat enough already)
English