A Sad Croissant Poem by Visbach Martijn S.

As i just walk in the store,
Feel a cool breeze over me,
As i go thru the sliding door,
That closes right behind me.

First you see the fruits ofcourse,
As it is a healthy food source,
But when you walk further,
You see the aisle i am excited about.

I am a lover of bread,
Without it i would go mad,
But as i look, i see a sad lonely croissant,
There is an answer i demand.

Why do people get croissants,
The ones here aren't like the ones in france,
Here they taste bland,
Yet everybody seems to be a fan.

Because Maybe they know how it could taste,
They think that the product has changed,
But no change will happen,
If everybody just keeps buying them.

I thought to myself,
As I continued shopping.