Bread Poem Poem by Duane Lloyd

Boss of the crust sat in the bin, just waiting for someone to want to come in.

The boss of the crust is losing his loaf, he now believes bread bins too small for them both.

That bread from the subway is all full of sin, if it would of been cheesy, I'd still not forgive! Whole grain and full seedy, One star I will give!

He looks to be plotting to be king of the bin! ! ! !

Crust is the boss! It's time let's begin...

Now listen to me, I haven't gone stale!
I'll strike first at seedy and I will provale!

For I am the Crust watch me butter him good, I'll attack from the yeast!

Look at this subway, you will be reduced!
Now send in the blender, I'll turn him to juice! ? ? ! .....

Boss of the crust now thinks all is good!
His Noya's all gone now, he knew that it would.
Coz the boss of the crust just sits in the bin still waiting for someone to want to come in...

Crust doesn't know but its happened before! !
See he's never been boss! He's mental of cause! !
Alone in the bread bin just there he's sat down, with just all his thoughts that go round and round!

See there that's his story!

When push comes to shove,
An all's said an done,
Life it ain't easy! ! ! !

When your a BREAD BUN! ! ! !