Brownies - a poem Brownies Like a dirt clod, but moist. A melted clod, a melted clod of dirt but sweet. A sweet, melted clod of dirt but not dirt. Goodness; rainbows; joy; children. The laughter of children. A rag soaked in the laughter of children, and squeezed out into a bowl with an egg cracked on top, and the wheat of the land, and sugar, pure sugar. Sweet, sweet pure sugar. »