Ode to Potato Soup in a Bread Bowl

You sit there all cozy and warm,
radiating delicious fumes of potato, cheese, and bacon.

Oh! lovely bacon that gently lies on top
of the thick soup of potato.

Tantalizing, and teasing
you sit there on my plate.

I can't take this anymore.
And with that I take my spoon and delve in.

I eat the warmth of potato.
I eat the crispy of the bacon.
I eat the mush of the cheese.

And then I eat the bread.

Oh delicious bread of the spicy variety.
You complete me.
The soft inside soaked with the soup that once was,
The crispy outside provides a delightful contrast.

It is all gone and
I am satiated.

So what did you think of that? I just randomly wrote that while I'm sitting here in the atrium. Fun fun :)