![]() Anything but breadA Poem by willweb![]() A little fun on a Friday![]() I bumped into a man named Fred and listened to each word he said A story I was soon to dread, for all he talked about was bread In detail he spoke every slice, some made of wheat and some of rice There’s cinnamon and sugar spice and sourdough he mentioned twice Banana nut he found so sweet, the perfect early morning treat With coffee as you take a seat, to bake it though, a major feat He chronicled each rim of crust, a lighter tan or darker rust or sprinkled with a pepper dust I guess somehow he thought he must When then he changed and featured toast, I think it’s what he liked the most I can’t believe how he could boast, he’d tell his tale from coast to coast I told him I was running late, I had a very special date A meeting and it couldn’t wait, I headed out beyond the gate I started walking down the trail, He didn’t stop, I heard him wail “Be careful of the loaves on sale, you’ll usually find that they are stale” Into a café I then fled and thinking of that man named Fred When asked to order, this I pled, “Just bring me anything but bread!” © 2022 willwebAuthor's Note
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Added on November 18, 2022Last Updated on November 18, 2022 Author![]() willwebTXAboutHi, I am willweb. Maybe you remember me and maybe you don't. I have been writing here on and off for years. I pop in and write and read and comment and make friends and learn new things. I enjoy maki.. more..Writing
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