Poem series: Rondeaux Two: The Butter Melted

The Butter Melted

The butter melted within the pan,
and then around the edge it ran,
and in the pan the bread did go,
the slices placed within a row,
to cook right there as was the plan.

And in the box the eyes did scan,
to find the cheese behind the flan,
and then the heat was set to low,
the butter melted.

The bread did cook and it turned tan,
and seemed the color of rattan,
and the cheese did melt in a manner slow,
and made a food that seemed to glow,
that was served on a plate colored cyan,
the butter melted.