My Bread.

Bread with omelette and bread with cheese.

Some greens in between it’s sandwich.

Since man made bread,

I ate them up,

I don’t know,

When I will stop.

I am foodie,

In any mood,

Honey and jam and butter scoop,

On my bread,

Oh! It’s so yum,

I do not bother.

If anybody shun,

Looks at it,

With intended pun,

I offer the same,

As they too enjoy,

But it’s all mine.

I dance as a bottle full of wine.

I love my bread,

I love the smell.

Have it anytime,

To tell a tale.


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