Day 2 - Ode to Garlic Bread

Oh how I love you, garlic bread,

Antipasto of the Gods,

Your aroma makes my nostrils weep,

(Though friends are often hard to keep),

Your pungent flavour goes to my head,

Leaves speechless my (usually) vocal cords.

Like a vampire sinking his fangs

Into his victim’s choicest part,

I imbibe your cheesy buttery ooze,

Until I cannot see my shoes,

Ah! My frame further droops and hangs,

Drive a stake right through my heart!