Four
For four years now my bagel’s been the best I’ve ever had,
She’s nourished me through sick and health, through times both good and bad
Sometimes her skin gets toasty brown, but usually it’s pale, It’s soft and smooth and appetizing, anything but stale
Her onions can be spicy, and they also can be sweet, But any way you slice them, they’re the kind I like to eat
Our past four years have flown by faster than a toaster’s ding, Still I can’t wait to get a taste of what our next ones bring
Sometimes her skin gets toasty brown, but usually it’s pale, It’s soft and smooth and appetizing, anything but stale
Her onions can be spicy, and they also can be sweet, But any way you slice them, they’re the kind I like to eat
Our past four years have flown by faster than a toaster’s ding, Still I can’t wait to get a taste of what our next ones bring
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08 2009
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Very nice… By far the most romantic onion bagel poem I’ve ever read.