Singularly black
When time slips away,
A tawny, naughty brown
When attention is paid.
Crumbled into buttermilk,
Soggy little croutons
Navigating cruel curds
Heavy and hefty as icebergs.
Slathered with honey or jam,
Butter as the scolds wince
Tightly as their pedometered butts,
Taut as their scowling jaws.
Assisted down the gullet
With strong black coffee,
Inexpensive, simple
As a first waking breath.
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