No Regrets

Set out did I intent to try
to make the perfect bagel,
I leafed through trees of recipes
examined every angle,
For months and years between my ears
I lived a baker’s toil,
Yet all these plans stayed from my hands
And not one bagel boiled;

Until said me, why must there be
a single chosen way?
Can’t I just bake when I awake
one bagel every day?
With soul now loosed I mass produced
my favorite onion food,
They may all not be perfect but
at least they’re pretty good.

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12 2009

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  1. Hoy #

    And a fine ending that is. Congrats, skiffle.

  2. Mom and Dad #

    Ah, our Son, the Onion Bagel Poet. They have been more than “pretty good.” Thank you, Andy, for a beautiful journey. Beautiful and Tasty.

  3. Jeanie #

    Give it up! Try for onion or garlic bialys; they are much better tasting.

  4. ernie #

    Love to read

  5. 5

    Your poetry about onion bagels has moved me. Being ‘not that tolerant to wheat’ they are not something I have tried, but your poetry has made me feel somehow connected to onion bagels in a way I didn’t think possible. Thank you.

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