Ode to French Bread (sonnet)

Oh still-warm vision of my heart's delight,
Your crusty, crunchy skin and doughy heart,
Your sweet aroma with tears blurs my sight,
And makes me yearn to taste your every part.

My doctor says you'll be the death of me,
Blood sugar and triglycerides too high,
But I don't care, for my love sets me free,
And of one thing or other we must die.

Come, spend some time with me, bask in my love,
The simple pleasures are the best, one knows,
We're meant to be, we fit like hand in glove,
The more I have you, the more hunger grows.

Alas, I cannot live with only you,
Charcuterie and wine are vital too.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was fabulous and brought a smile to my lips. Wonderful read. F.

[Victor D. Lopez]

Thank you for the kind words. Much appreciated!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

My pleasure.

[Chris Shaw]

There are far worse ways to die:) French bread and wine sound positively inviting. Your sonnet, well penned poet.

Chris

[Victor D. Lopez]

Thank you very much for your feedback. It is always greatly appreciated.

I will give up my beloved crusty bread when they pry it out of my dead, cold, fingers sporting a smile. My GP told me a couple of years ago to stop drinking my (beloved red Rioja and white Albarino) wine, with dinner, cut back significantly on my sizable daily intake of espresso, and try to limit my intake of carbs (He knows I love bread.). I looked him in the eye in all seriousness and asked him whether he would rather treat me for a gunshot to the temple. He stared at me (no doubt mulling whether to call for a psych consult). Cutting out my beloved caffeine, wine glass with dinner and French (Italian, Peasant, German, and so on) bread may make me live longer, but I'll take a shorter life over an unbearably long one. :)

[Chris Shaw]

Life is for enjoying. We are a long time dead:) I also like the idea of dying with a smile on my face. I’d give up your GP if I were you and stick with what you like :)

[Victor D. Lopez]

Hear, hear!

[John the Baptist]

A Shakespearean sonnet indeed. I think the Bard would be pleased. Your doctor, not so much.

[Victor D. Lopez]

Thanks for the feedback! This is the only tongue-in-cheek sonnet I'e ever written or am likely to write. Lord Byron is my least favorite among the British romantic poets, and if he can write an ode to his dog, then I felt perfectly justified in writing a sonnet to one of my favorite foods. My doctor has I think about given up on me by this point.