My Beautiful Blueberry Bagel
My stomach rumbles
and I cannot wait
for the satisfaction soon to come.
My beautiful blueberry bagel,
sliced to top and bottom
and slathered with peanut butter.
Each bite is an adventure,
with familiar but still exciting discoveries
in addition to the taste of comfort.
The blue dots melted into bagel territory
are pleasing to my eyes,
while the peanut butter spread
helps to please my tongue.
When the last crumb is gone,
I bid goodbye until the time comes
for another comforting bagel consumption experience.
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