We arm ourselves for battle
sustenance after a cool short walk
braced with fists of metal
smoothing the edges
like a cake master at play
shiver me timbers
and butter me bagels
The smell of freshness fills the air
warmth of ovens
click on and off calling
for their quarry
enter ye smallish tan round orbs
and I shall bake the flatness out of ye,
make big, strapping yeast wheels
to make a blind man see,
aye I will he says with a sneer
breakfast time draws near.
No worry for high winds
nor restless seas
just a high diddle dee dee….
it’s lovies’ bagel time for we.
argh…perhaps just one more bagel. And while yer at it, a slice of that fine homemade key lime pie with Oreo crumb crust…and don’t ferget the whippy cream on top 🙂 Just a bit of whimsy today as I woke to love making his homemade bagels which were grazed upon after our walk and then to top it off with his pie that I didn’t get any of last night due to the work thingy….Yay, life is good.