Others may find their joy in turkey, tom and hen
But I will not willingly follow them
My love is too pure, my taste too refined
There is only one Autumn flavor, sublime
Containing just 1 3/4 cup of flour
Should one wish to bake for an hour
Just a 1/2 cup each of brown and white sugar
Stirring to make a batter merger
And spices, oh delightful spices!
Bringing your sweet aromas, innocent vices
A teaspoon of cinnamon, a half teaspoon of ginger
Skip across our tongues and linger
A half teaspoon of nutmeg, another of cloves
Bring children running to the kitchen in droves
The leavening magic of a teaspoon of baking soda,
A quarter of baking powder, almost to the coda
A teaspoon of salt, 2 eggs, a half cup melted butter
Render me helpless, bringing a delighted shudder
And then the crowning glory, one cup pumpkin
Six ounces butterscotch chips, appetite a’workin’
So to you, my Pumpkin Bread
I choose you instead
Over all the hype and turkey mania
Of the Thanksgiving table paraphenailia
And congrats to CC at If I Only Had Superpowers–she’s our Designs on Heaven Giveaway Winner! Congrats, CC, and shoot me an email so I can give you the skinny on picking up your loot!
The Pumpkin Poet Laureate,
Wed, 26 Nov 2008 10:59:00 +00002008-11-26 10:59:00julielylescarr
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