Monday, March 19, 2012
Terra-Cotta Toast
image borrowed from bing
Terra-Cotta Toast
Maple sugar marbles cannot take a hit,
not even a little bit, but
you can eat them later;
yes, after you re-crush them, doing so
without doubt, without grief;
consuming their brown helix ravenously,
just sprinkling it on your bland oatmeal,
or flipping it out over your texas-toast,
for it is said by many
that tree sweetness checkmates
that of the cane, or the beet,
that having some every day
will completely banish the lily
from your chest, or at least
keep it at bay;
but how in hell do you make
maple marbles, you ask--ah,
that is a tale for another time.
Glenn Buttkus
March 2012
Posted over at Monday Melting-Week 9
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4 comments:
enjoyed this one, thanks Glenn.
"a tale for another time" ... Ha, great ending. :)
I adore this line: "tree sweetness checkmates that of the cane"
~Shawna
rosemarymint.wordpress.com
"I've never heard of them, but they sound and look delicious."
Yummy.........
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