The smell from the charred bread,
Can’t be contained into a bottle,
With a cork, it spreads everywhere,
To the neighbors to declare,
That someone has charred their bread,
Due to negligence and over confidence,
Not setting the temperature right,
Not standing beside it to watch,
Sometimes a few slices are charred,
We have the others from the loaf,
When the whole bread is charred,
We can remove the charred crest,
And eat the soft bread inside,
Charring can be avoided not to waste,
Caring can be done to rear the kids.
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