What a beautiful thing

Yogurt, what a beautiful thing

I praise it like a royal king

When it’s gone I let out a scream

That leaves a ring, in every thing

 

It stays there, disappearing till it drops

Till the yogurts filled to the top

But what if it is not, then it’s like a shot

 

Into my fragile dairy heart

when there’s no yogurt in the cart

For then the pain will truly start

 

But luckily for me and you

There’s always yogurt fresh and new

Showing up, right on que

The yogurt less moments are few

But when they happen. The memories stick like glue.

 

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

When I write these poems, people smolder

With every one of the remarks my confidence gets smaller

But as I go on, the list gets longer

With poems I want to write

And my love for yogurt grows fonder and fonder

Time will go on and I’ll start to ponder

 

When I see it in the fridge

I imagine a bird and it’s prey

It white, vanilla clay

Blessed with flavor

That I savor every single day

Authors note: Yogurt is one of my favorite foods, no, it is my favorite food. I don’t think the average person really thinks about yogurt that much. When there’s actually a lot of care going into it. Also, people think there is only one type of yogurt which bugs me sometimes.
There’s over a hundred types of yogurt surprisingly. There’s skyr from Iceland and beltovicks from Russia. Lots of diversity in such a glossed over food.

 

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