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.
Adios!
