{"id":1063,"date":"2009-10-12T19:17:02","date_gmt":"2009-10-13T02:17:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/?p=1063"},"modified":"2009-10-12T19:17:02","modified_gmt":"2009-10-13T02:17:02","slug":"sonnet-x","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/?p=1063","title":{"rendered":"Sonnet X"},"content":{"rendered":"<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">I&#8217;ve gripped a bagel curve or two before,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">And though they all have let me get my fill,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">As soon as each one&#8217;s gone I just crave more,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Which leaves me in a battle of the will;<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">For I know I could trace these lines all day,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Caressing them with fingers, lips and tongue,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Live out my years in fresh-baked ecstasy,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">&#8216;Til one day I&#8217;m no longer fresh and young;<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Then, belly full and burping, I&#8217;d look back,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">At all the onioned rings around my life,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">And wonder, did this excess cause some lack,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">In love shown to my friends, my kids, my wife?<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Such thoughts provoke an emptiness profound,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Yet my mind can&#8217;t prevent them spinning round.<\/span><\/address>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve gripped a bagel curve or two before, And though they all have let me get my fill, As soon as each one&#8217;s gone I just crave more, Which leaves me in a battle of the will; For I know I could trace these lines all day, Caressing them with fingers, lips and tongue, Live [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[125,109,76,29],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1063"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1063"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1063\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1068,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1063\/revisions\/1068"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1063"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1063"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1063"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}