Banana Bread the Poem

Tap on the edge of the counter

Fingers pull apart along the cracked shell

White/yellow contents ooze after

Into the glass bowl, its new home

One cup of crystal-like powder

Makes the substance thick, tough to stir

It jumps out of the bowl, causing laughter

When it lands on my dark t-shirt

Fingers peel the overly ripe, long fruit

The sweet scent fills the compact room

And more white powder follows suit

With half of a yellow, slippery stick

Pour into a small, metal pan

Set to bake for fifty minutes

Take out when just so slightly tan

To enjoy with my family

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and if the cookery books were done in poetry form, you could write them...this is delectable...
i love banana bread...and could taste it from this piece...
nicely done,
j.

[Onlyme]

Could you imagine if all cookery books were done in poetry form? How wonderful that would be. And so much more entertaining to read. Enjoyed this charming, ditty of an ingredient tale to be told and ate afterwards when cooked.