BAKING BREAD

One baker oils the pan
slipping their experienced fingers
into every nook and crevice
until it is all well oiled and slick.
The other baker kneads the dough
to make it a hearty loaf of bread.
With baker's cap and oven mitt
the bread's slid into the oven,
and inside the oven the bread does rise
while the bakers sing in joy,
as the bread does bake
and the aromas rise
and the bakers earn their keep,
and when the bread is done
the bread's taken out
and it's time to bake
again.

Copyright Š2005 Ashi Shadow 10/18/05 So Corinne actually liked this one. And actually, it is a nice poem. It's a nice poem about something simple. EXCEPT... it's actually a very dirty poem : P I think it's actually well written, but I don't like it as a dirty poem anymore. It just makes me feel dirty, and doesn't seem as good that way. Nonetheless, it's a dirty poem, and a good poem if you don't know it's dirty : P