Cinnamon Crunch Bagel Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

Seems like I have the same thing
Every day
A routine that hardly varies
and might be here to stay
A coffee
Breakfast Blend mixed with Bold
More piping hot than cold
A splash of Hazlenut and Half & Half
No Decaff
Wakes up my taste buds just right
My morning delight
But a bagel
Is the perfect thing to munch
To compliment
And for me it's Cinnamon Crunch
Requested that it be roasted burnt or charred
Makes spreading butter on it not so hard
And the taste is just delightful
But the smell of burnt sugar in the air
Is to the other patrons frightful
But it's just they way I like it prepared
Nothing sinister or spiteful