*630 Bread Of Heaven - Poem by John Knight
A loaf of bread - my good friend said
Is what we chiefly need
A glass of wine a wedge of cheese
Is very good indeed
And now - if you are ready friends
We can begin to feed.
Up spoke Amed - What kind of bread
Naan - Pita or Chappati?
For breads are different - just like cars
And mine's a Masserati! ! !
When all is said bread is just bread
Said Angela and Patti.
Like cheese is cheese? - asked Angelise
But not in france of course
But your French Bread goes hard - said Fred
And all of you eat horse.
I like Brioche - said Angelo
With Palma Ham of course.
I can accept - said Angela
That cheeses come in types
And also wines form different vines
Their grapes so sweet and ripe.
But bread's just flour and water mixed
And left to rise - near the hot pipes.
Nein saght Hans - das ist so nicht
Ich lieber Pumpernickel
Das ist der brod - ich hat gepickt
Weiz copt mit meine sichel
Ich koct dem in mein brodofen
Und mache Pumpernickel.
I'm so confused siad Paddy Bewes
I just want a Butty
A slice of Irish Soda Bread
With Galaway Cheese and Chutney.
This talk of Matzo and Lavash
It really sounds quite smutty.
No doubt with Stout? - asked Fredrico
We all like Ethnic Food
I Lisbon - Portuguese Sweet Bread
With Serra Cheese is good.
With Vihno Verde and aluvas
Portugeses - love their food! ! !
So next time that you buy your bread
Remember to be choosy
Ask for Zopf and Pondoro
Or Beer Bread - it's quite boozy.
And eating bread with Poppy Seeds
Can make you feel quite woozy! ! !
So never take your loaf for granted
'Cos just like cheese and wine
Bread's a many splendoured thing
Choose carefully when you dine.
A Crusty Cob with Campbell's Soup
And Wholemeal Toast with mine! ! !
(John Knight - Sunny Colchester - March 2010)
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