Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #23
A Piece of Bread by Belinda Roddie A piece of bread just wanted to be toast all smothered in a sweet strawberry goo. But everyone's attention was on roasts, parfaits, and ice cream - a rich rendezvous. Bread could be more than just a throwaway decision for a breakfast half past ten. It could be quite a feast for the whole day, sticky with marmalade or margarine. A party all of toasts would be so fine to soothe the palate for a simple night, all crisp and brown, served with a glass of wine with each topping made for a man's delight. "I just want to be toast!" the poor bread cried. "Yeah, yeah," said cereal, "come back inside!"