Friday, October 14, 2005

I really, REALLY wanted to blog today. But I couldn't really think of any one thing to write about. So I wrote a poem about my lunch.

My favourite bite in a bagel
Is the bite that just isn't there.
I snap my teeth tight
Yet there's nothing to bite
But deliciously-clean Bagel Air!

The bready bits 'round the outside
Are crunchy and tasty and neat.
But they cannot compare
To what's simply not there
A center so nothingly-sweet!

I think I've been reading too much Shel Silverstien. Or maybe just not enough. Anyways. Eat a bagel for me.


JAnie & DAve said...

Dave, Great poem! I think it should be published! Don't you. I don't want a bagel now.. but i want the not there bagel. Make sense?
love you sweet bagel boy