Oh crunchy carbohydrate
Loaf-shaped apple of my eye
With your freshly baked aroma
It's enough to make me sigh
You go with every other food
Be it chocolate, ham or pasta
And if you're described as 'crusty'
It's never a disaster
Your gaze is judgment free
As I eat you by the basket
Bread, my light, my love
Just one question I would ask it
As I use you with a dip
As I carve you on a bench
As I eat you in a sandwich
Why is it better when you're French?
Painefull Out
Oh, I love bread but unfortunately it does not love me.
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