2018 Bagel Ode

My high school has an annual Bagel Day tradition- each year there is a day dedicated to the celebration of the bagel. On this day, the literary arts kids read a bagel ode. 

12.10.18

The subzero arctic greets us with chills

As we head out the door seeking carbohydrate thrills

Shove feet into hand me down boots

For now it is time to return to our roots

We dodge piles of snow and slippery ice patches

Cover our noses so the cold won’t catch us

It’s not very far, just three blocks away

It’s not a big hike, it’s really ok

They’ve locked the back entrance we used to go through

So to the front we go, just me and you

Into the warmth of former fire station bagel shop

Where I stand at the door and my heart just stops

O, bagel! O, bagel!

How I love you so!

O, bagel! O, bagel!

Let’s never let go!

Smells of coffee, salt, and yeast

Let me know it’s time for a feast

My smile grows wide

And heart grows three times its size

May I have a baker’s dozen?

Why it’s thirteen and not twelve

I may never understand

But that extra bagel is like how I feel when I hold your hand:

Warm and soft, alas I have delved.