Press "Enter" to skip to content

Soft Pretzel Love Sonnet

Since my humble college start

Thou hast twistèd love knots on my heart

Those same whorls of dough of which thou art form’d,

Of which my soul is too adorned,

Puff like clouds from Bon App kilns

And add saltèd hypertension to student ills

Topped with hard salt and brown’d by egg,

Thy simple scent causeth students to beg

For when our mitten’d hands deign to pick up thy saltèd knot

We shall but then be content to learn what we’ve been taught.

Be First to Comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *