Sponge Brownie

A poem about a brownie I saw left out in the rain

Sponge Brownie



Today,

I saw a sponge brownie.

It sat contently on a sign.

As I looked at the sponge brownie

I wondered,

What fiend left this poor brownie out

To become what I see today.

I’m sure the day of its abandonment was

Dry and probably sunny.

I’m sure on this day, it had not yet

Become a sponge brownie,

But today was cold

And raining.

The once brown morsel of

Chocolately decadence is now

Filled with raindrops,

Heavy and damp.