I'm pale, soft and slightly moist,
Neither skinny, nor very fat,
Always sweet and never sour,
Well shaped, exquisite, unique,
Prized for the quality, so to speak.
Prized for the quality, so to speak.
I rise as I get hot
Although never wearing any beauty spot.
I remain very fresh for many hours,
Making me feel desirable a lot
At any time of the day or night,
People tell me I'm a true delight!
Please, don't get me wrong,
I'm what I'm...
A ring formed by two strips of dough
A ring formed by two strips of dough
Previously twisted into a spiral,
Baked to be enjoyed later,
Either I'm cool or lukewarm
I taste good, trust the baker!!!
©Belita
I taste good, trust the baker!!!
©Belita

the aroma of fresh baked bread is a bit of heaven...twisted or not!
ReplyDeleteI can smell these loaves, Belita!!!!
I am sure you taste good. :)
ReplyDeleteI presume you're right, Sophie...
Deletemmm you are delicious!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteNow I am hungry, great idea
ReplyDeleteAre you? Sorry can't help...
DeleteAn inviting poem and picture - I can smell them from here.
ReplyDeleteI guess you like the smell...
DeleteGreat entry, Belita, a very tasty twist indeed!! Here is MY ENTRY
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mitch!
DeleteWould love to try those.
ReplyDeleteIf I could, I would mail one straight to you...
DeleteOh so wonderful! We have an Italian bakery not too far from here with real Italian baked goods, Tiramisu; the bakers are from Italy. Your lovely picture and words have given me a mission for today, many thanks to you.
ReplyDeleteCreative poem, well done.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if it's a B&B... Bread and Belita :)
ReplyDeleteI like it!!!
Take it as you wish....
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