Oh no
By Fiona Cummings
The snow has arrived, so the UK is dead
Been to the store to buy some bread
People had been there before
So when we asked for bread
We were told there was no more?
Why do people panic buy
Just because some flakes fall from the sky
I mean, can they not wait two days
Until the sun shows it’s rare rays
So teen now wondering what to do for pack lunch
What on earth will he find to munch
And what are the people doing with their twenty loafs
Bread for breakfast, lunch and dinner
That’s a lot of dough, oh how gross
Then they say they want to be thinner
Oh well my hub is now baker
Plain flour yeast and butter
The thought of homemade bread makes me smile
I haven’t had that in such a long while
As I will enjoy slicing the fresh crust
I will say that white stuff is a must
Until tomorrow my bloggets
Enjoy all of your bread and fresh made begets
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