To a Bagel

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Poem of the week

By Alfie Shoyger

Mon, 03 Dec 2018
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Little puffy girdling bagel,

all lonesome in your see-through cradle,

what shall I smear across your navel,

peanut butter?

Some jam scooped up in a sturdy ladle

the size of a putter?

 

You’re incomplete and yet you fill

me fuller than a hotel bill,

far more than any wafer will.

On the table,

jam, in haste, begins to spill

and stick the label.

 

As I approach you with my cutter,

tongue abuzz and gut aflutter,

voices in me seem to shudder,

“No! Don’t kill!”

But I, my relish quick and thorough,

devour you still.

 

 

 

 

 

From “Disoccidented” by Alfie Shoyger:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Disoccidented-Alfie-Shoyger/dp/1999922859

 

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Comments

Submitted by airyfairy on

This fine tribute to a noble foodstuff is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day!  Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too.

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Bagels are my favourite thing (I just wish you could get proper ones outside of London) - so it's entirely right and proper that someone should write a poem about them, and that it should be pick of the day. 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Delightful ode to a bagel. The boiled bread. I want one now.

 

Submitted by penelopecreighton on

Delightful! A real pleasure to read. I love the idea of 'What shall I smear across your navel'.

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

This is our poem of the week - well done.