me wus , i profess, perfectly happy
as bread
but instead me gets sliced and stuffed
under a red hot grill til i’m toast!
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wusn’t it ‘nuff me got pummeled ‘n punched
when me wus just a bit of dough
— me didn’t need that!
and unceremoniously shoved in an oven
— me actually loved that!
i rise under torture a beaut!
but toast?!
an insult
even if some like it hot, up to a point, me don’t
aaargh, nearly burnt
meeeeee!
ahhhhh, smooth sooth meeee
with butter and jam
wham!
what’s this…?
teeth! struth!
i can’t believe it!
what new hell is……
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not a haiku
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NaPoWriMo day 20 prompt
write a poem that anthropomorphizes a kind of food. It could be a favorite food of yours, or maybe one you feel conflicted about. I feel conflicted about Black Forest Cake, for example. It always looks so pretty in a bakery window, and I want to like the combination of cherries and chocolate . . . but I don’t. But how does the cake feel about it?
barbaraturneywielandpoetess 
Ohhhh! Poor bread! I’ll never look at toast the same way again 😉 Much fun! Thanks.
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Toast was born to burn!
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I love an indignant piece of toast–why shouldn’t bread have opinions?!🥰
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Bread’s got History, innit
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Totally–as long as there has been hunger!
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It’s time its voice got HEARD
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Hear! Hear!
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I’m sorry to say a deep chuckle escaped me when I read this toastie treat:)
That last line– “not a haiku’ lifts this poem to another level in my eyes. Brilliant.
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This WordPress site is for posting a daily haiku. It’s been my ‘thing’ since 2018
I hope that doesn’t lower the level for you Arti
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I’m so lucky you chuckled!!! Woweee! So happy, also…
not a haiku
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No, it elevates it further:)
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🙏😊
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