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Introduction
With
apologies to Alfred Lord Tennyson: Half a loaf, half a loaf, / Half a
loaf onward. / All in the belly at once, / Toasted and buttered.
Marge
on a Midnight Raid
Half a loaf,
half a loaf,
Half a loaf onward.
All in the belly at once,
Toasted and buttered.
"Downward the raisin bread,
Charge past the gums!" she said.
Into the belly, the crunch
Echoed and sputtered.
"Forward
the Midnight Raid!
Slather the marmalade!"
(Not tho' the sleeper knew
Someone had plundered.)
Ice cream and
pizza pie,
Hers not to pass 'em by.
Choc'late chip by the batch,
Scavenged and down the hatch.
Mirror to right
of her
Mirror to left of her
Mirror behind her,
Back to the cupboard.
"Diet begins at dawn,
After the food's all gone,"
Humbly she blubbered.
Copyright;
Mary Sullivan
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