Steve the Bagel Chairman

Steve the Bagel Chairman rose with flair,
Crumbs in his collar, seeds in his hair.
He ruled the realm of rye and wheat,
With toasted power none could beat.

"Spread the schmear!" he’d proudly roar,
As bagels rolled across the floor.
From poppy talks to onion deals,
He sealed it all with lox and feels.

But one thing made Steve’s temper flare—
A bagel with berries? He wouldn’t dare.
“Fruit?!” he scoffed, with a scornful glare,
“That’s dessert in disguise—it just isn't fair.”

No cinnamon swirl, no blueberry doom,
Would ever darken his bagel room.
“Keep raisins for cake,” he’d firmly insist,
As he crossed them off his no-toast list.

No muffin dared to cross his path—
Steve led with carbs and hearty laughs.
A hero round, both firm and sweet—
Long may he reign from his breakfast seat!