If something bore my name one day,
What would it be? I hear you say.
A city? A star? A grand design?
No, something far more tasty—mine!
A crusty loaf, so light, so free,
The Ben Baguette—pure sorcery!
No dust, no crumble, just delight,
A gluten-free baguette done right.
Or maybe pasta, rich and cheesy,
A dish so good it leaves you queasy.
The Ben Special—a plate so tall,
You’d need a ladder to eat it all.
Perhaps a coffee, dark and strong,
To keep me sane when days feel long.
Ben’s Brew: Survival Blend,
A sip, and stress comes to an end.
But let’s be real—my fate is set,
A snack that’s dry, too soon forget.
A biscuit bland, that falls apart,
The Ben Biscuit: a broken heart.
So tell me now, what’s in a name?
Would you pick fortune, fun, or fame?
Or like me, dream of bread anew—
A world where crusty loaves come true?



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