It's not about the cheese. <br />Not for me. <br />It's not about the meat or the jelly or the jam or the eggs. <br />It's not about the glitz and glamour of all that comes after, <br />no. <br /> <br />It's about the foundation. The Strength, the stone, the dirt in the bone. <br />It's the depths that allow for the hors dourves to taste so sultry sweet, the depths of the cracker that let's your loving grace shine. <br /> <br />No cracker ever gets its credit, never gets its due, never its day in court. <br />No. <br />The attention goes to the show pony, the prized pig, the beauty queen, the belle of the ball. <br />But the ball must have a foundation. A solid, stable, <br />place to be held, like a gymnasium. <br />If that gymnasium faltered, and all those kids died, <br />Then the foundation would be noticed. <br />And the whole wheat cracker would take the blame.<br /><br />John W. McEwers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whole-wheat-cracker/
