Yeast
I am Yeast, a great poet
I live in Ireland
Some say I am the greatest
Poet ever
My poetry makes bread grow
All over Ireland and the world
In glens and valleys, bread rising
In huts, clover paths, and fire wood
There will always be critics
Who deny Yeast
But you can see
The effect of my poetry
Through the potato fields
And the swell of the Liffey.
The amber coins and foaming black ale
— Loren Goodman
from Famous Americans [by Loren Goodman]