Ode to Banana Bread
Tho’ chapters thick before me spread
And hours stretch twixt me and bed,
A joyful song invades my head,
An ode to thee, banana bread.
All thoughts of sleep have from me fled.
I lay me down to read instead.
Through hours late with thee I tread,
My rod and staff, banana bread.
But new temptations crowd ahead,
My weakened judgment, underfed,
Ignores the pages yet unread
To savor thee, banana bread.
A brief ad mortem shall be said
As crumbs are laid beneath thy head,
And lives in me, though you are dead,
Thy gooey heart, banana bread.