Half a loaf, half a loaf,
Half a loaf onward.
All in the belly at once,
Toasted and buttered.
"Downward the roast chicken bread,
Charge past the gums!" she said.
Into the belly, the crunch
Echoed and sputtered.
"Forward the luncheon Raid!
Slather the marmalade!"
(Not tho' the prof. she knew
Someone had plundered.)
Ice cream and pizza pie,
Hers not to pass 'em by.
Choc'late chip by the batch,
Scavenged and down the hatch.