poems about onion bagels

Posts Tagged ‘weakness’

Beneath my hard and crusty veil

Lie indicators that I’m frail:

A finely layered scent to waft

And warmness, melting gooey soft

I’m a churchgoing bagel, Heaven is my goal

I’m a God-fearing bagel, only He can save my soul

I’m a tolerating bagel, I won’t judge a jelly roll

I’m a virtue-laden bagel, which is something to extol

Yet I’m a weak-willed bagel when the Devil takes control

and I can’t stop inserting objects in my onion hole