I Smelled The Bread.

I smelled the bread,

Made fresh in the oven.

I smelled the bread

It was soft and nice,

Made with pineapple and cinnamon,

There were four loaves,

And the bread’s aroma spread throughout the house.

I couldn’t control myself,

And in a spate of hunger I nearly ate a whole loaf.

I smelled the bread,

And finished the last chunk of it,

By dipping it in fresh warm milk.


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