Thank you, Madison Sourdough, for keeping a hungry bread-lover ensconced in your delicious baked items.
Underestimation Bread's love Compares to café mug But denigration reaction Speaks bread to the ground Sour though the dough Seeded though the round Insistent consumption Under a meeting's presumption Scattered bits tabletop Judgment unheard Satisfaction unblurred Clarity's chomp A magnetic romp Mad is one Who has not realized Sourdough's demise In gut bacteria paradise Realizes The dreams of a common human In the fog of a common day So thank you bakers And tenders of the mother starter Please keep using that extra batter To sell this commoner a platter Of bready sumptuous matter To inspire rhymes that splatter With the seeds and bread parts That may yet make it to stomach lands Should I shake the brown paper bag Casually into one hand And throw those castaway morsels Into a waiting obsessor And grateful possessor To dash off more lines Fueled by your crispy-soft poetry
Roman Ryan 