Continued ode to the saltine cracker

Oh glorious, tasteless saltine cracker, why do you torment me so?
To be salty is a dangerous trait, yet you wear it so serenely,
as if it were but a harmless topping--pleasing to the mouth,
it still rapes me of all the liquid goodness my body cannot hold.

In other words--more crackers, no racing this weekend.


Anonymous said...

You write pretty well for a cyclist/engineer. Have you read any Shakespeare?

Ryan Baumann said...

That? I found that written on a crackerjack box. Best one dollar and seventeen cents I ever splurged.