The Roll Not Buttered
Two rolls were left on a china plate,
And sorry I could not have eaten both
And be no glutton, long I gaped
And looked at one as far as I could
To where it was buttered by my host;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was steaming and smelling fine,
Though as for the aroma I divined
Both rolls smelled really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
On a plate for any who may treat it
Oh, I kept the first for another part!
Yet knowing the cholesterol of my heart
I doubted if I should ever eat it.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
In some far-off future flash back
Two rolls were left on a plate, and I,
I took the one less buttered by,
And that saved me from a heart attack.
Nothing Sweet Can Stay
Sugar's best hue is gold,
Carmel, too soft to hold.
It makes other candy sour;
But only so an hour.
Each piece taken by a thief,
So do I sink to grief,
They never last more than a day
Nothing sweet can stay.
Wine And Ice Cream
Some say the meal will end in wine,
Some say in ice cream.
From what I've packed into my waistline
I hold with those who favor wine
But if it had to get a second scheme
I think I’ve drunk enough straight
To say that for dessert ice cream
Is also great
And would be a dream.
A Question
A voice said, Look at this great cake
And tell me truly, men of this place
If all the soul-and-body aches
Were not too much to pay for a taste.
Stopping For Coffee On A Snowy Evening
Whose shop is this are I think I know.
It’s a vast conglomerate, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To sit and stir my cappuccino.
Bustling shoppers must think it queer
To stop with one’s cup “for here”
Methodically, this sip I take
The darkest evening of the year.
They speed through with frappe-shakes
On their way to another mistake.
While I let my cup’s flavors steep
Watch the wind and downy flake.
The coffee is lovely, dark and deep,
I’ll get a refill, it’s pretty cheap,
I’ve lots to drink before I sleep,
I’ve lots to drink before I sleep.
