Fresh Baked Bread Poem by Phil Soar
Fresh Baked Bread
Rating: ★4.0
'Eat your crusts', my mother said
Oh how I loved that fresh baked bread
And toasted too, with butter on
A loaf left out, would soon be gone
And now I'm older I still feast
Upon my favorite, full of yeast
With bacon, mushrooms on the side
And filling me once it's inside
And no crusts left on the kitchen top
I love my bread, and just can't stop
Friday, April 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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