Alas, the last bits of sage-scented
Heaven have been consumed.
A lonely air pervades the chilled
Tomb wherein my heartís desire lay
In repose until lovingly consumed
With pickle and mayo.
O loaf of my dreams,
Thou art lost and thy
Tang is but a distant memory.
Whither shall I draw such ecstacy
Again in this lifetime? That thou
Were consumed with such passion
Is mute testimony to your perfection.
Your time with me was but fleeting,
As regular bowel movements are not
To be denied. Cruel nature! Replenish
My loaf pan as you replenish the trees
In spring! Bring back the joy of the past
Week, and let me not suffer so.
But hark! Can this be? Hidden in the
Dark recesses of the icy fortress I spy
A frozen mass marked "HB-20%". Oh
Joyous day! I give thanks to the gods
Who provide such bounty....
Ah, crap...freezer burn.