Thou salty creaminess of ecstatic flavor,
Gone once for 96 weeks! My parched tongue!
Despondent, I cried, Can you e'er return?
Instead more followed to lands of lost,
No eggs! No milk! No! No breads! No meat!
No! My insides cried for the want of you all.
O sweet teasing babe, you wean. Or do you?
I entertain thoughts of buns, steaks, cream.
Pushing. Nights of woe. Happy days. O happy days!
Happy for the taste of thou! For freedom!
Kneeling down to the babe, I thank ye for growing.
And to thou, I relish the first melting spoonful.
