Alofa BreadA Poem by Richard WilliamsAlofa Bread is back in town.Alofa Bread rose out of bed one cold and snowy morn, put out the cat and noticed that the flakes were made of corn. She went outside and brushed aside the cornflake fallen snow, and when she did she almost slid on white and sourdough. She bent on down and looked around and much to her surprise, found little bowls of dinner rolls with flat-bread on the rise. She brushed more snow and found matzo with whole wheat heels and rye; then looking up she spied a cup of bagels passing by. She tossed a glance at nine croissants beyond her Persian cat, while in the weeds were poppy seeds and slices of zwieback. Alofa Bread, I've heard it said, after taking up the grain, mistook her chance with loaves in France, then moved her buns to Spain. Best poem overall Jun 21, 2010Poetry that Rhythms© 2012 Richard WilliamsReviews
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