While enjoying toast and coffee,
I was waxing philosophically
about how thankful we should be
for a loaf of bread.
Recalling homey past events,
t’was a basic list of ingredients,
with warming pans and kneading dents,
that filled the house with tasty scents
of baking homemade bread.
A sudden chill came over me.
The materials used read endlessly,
like a course in Chemistry,
across that loaf of bread!
(known as Plaster of Paris),
Going inside of us.
Sugar, salt and lard,
‘Digesting’ this is hard.
Dash of niacin,
Bit of riboflavin.
With any luck
from all this bread we're cravin'.
So, looking back in retrospect,
perhaps we more closely should inspect
the foods we intend to ‘inject’,
like a loaf of bread.