Appetite

The moon is soon to be full,
But my heart is aching for something else.
That thing is round on the top,
And mostly flat on the bottom.
It has a brownish golden skin
But the inside is all white and soft.
It does not glow, unlike the moon,
It has a sweet, doughy taste.
It comes in many shapes -
Flattened, rounded, spiraled, braided and more.
It can be made in any shape,
And it will taste the very same.

What is it - you ask?
It's a regular bun bread.
No, not the rectangular, sliced ones,
They don't taste as good.
What's good for sandwich,
Is only good for sandwich.
What's good for a burger
Is good for everything.

I buy a dozen at the start of a week,
And keep them stored in the fridge.
They get a little hardened,
But never lose their taste.
I heat them up for a minute
Or so,
And they become warm and soft
As if freshly baked, straight out from the bakery.
I can eat them for breakfast,
And for dinner and for lunch,
Still I will eat more in between the meals,
I am just always too hungry for them.

I had been trying to make them at home,
Succeeded only once.
But it takes too much time
And physical labor,
So I still buy them from the shop,
And not make my own.