Ode To Bread And Jam - Poem by jacob mathews
Be it Elite, Modern or Parle
or from a local baker's tray.
a pack of square shaped delight,
if you guessed bread, you are right.
Be it white, brown, thick, thin
or with tasty tutti-fruity within,
every champion worth his salt,
loves bread to a fault.
And where is bread without some jam,
with a hundred flavours and colourful charm,
a bite of bread with jam on top,
and all other foods just another flop.
when darkness lift and shadows flee,
when brother sun peeps over the tree,
with joy and gladness filled i am,
why? 'coz its time for bread and jam.
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