Ode To A Molten Chocolate Cake Poem by Bailey Logan

Ode To A Molten Chocolate Cake



The mouth is
silent
for days,
the tongue
whistles
only a lonely tune,
and the tooth
gasps for breath,
but,
then,
sweet brown
music,
rich and full,
topped
with a large cloud
of hollow
whole notes,
dripping with
a warm stream
of one thousand
measures
oozing from
the core,
in harmonious
melody,
emerges
from the orchestra
dressed
in large chef's hats
and aprons

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