It's not gothic. But it's rather sarcastic and ridiculously funny. So I'll post it.

Oh, precious bread crumb,
How delicious and scruptious you shall be
I don't know what else to write in this poem,
But I know how much you mean to me.

Oh how I just love
The clever way you lay upon that cold floor
For I wish I could have eaten and tasted you
Before you took to falling, a great folk lore.

Oh great and powerful
You are a true master of tasty skills
If only I had really cherished your life
And loved you before yourself you killed.

Oh poor, cold bread crumb,
I can just taste your savory wheatiness
My mouh is watering as I dream
About how you are a tasty goodness.