Poem #52

2018: A Love Story

He was a baker,
She was gluten-free,
By all accounts
Their love
Was never meant to be.

Each day the baker
Felt keenly her lack;
Why, in God’s name,
Did he
Love a coeliac?

But then the baker,
Sick of being glum,
Baked a new bread
Of brown rice flour
And xanthan gum.

She bought the whole loaf,
Dispelling his woes,
And ate it unbuttered
(Being, as she was,
Averse to lactose).

But now the milkman,
Ostensibly coy,
Makes his own play,
I hear, ten pints of soy.

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