In This Brown Paper Bagel Bag Life

I am the blueberry bagel. Sometimes I can get pretty blue, but a lot of the time I’m pretty pompously purple. Gimme cream cheese, fool.

You are the egg bagel. You taste just like plain, but that yellow tinge gives you the oomph that makes you the talk of the bread box.

And sometimes, together, we laugh about the cinnamon one, how it has to be bagged on its own, so that its sprinkles won’t get on our shiny egg-washed exteriors. Lame.

But I guess, in the end, we all get eaten. Except for the onion one. He’s stinky.