Here's another humorous offering to Poet's Corner from a local lady. 

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"Home Made Bread"

“My stomach doesn’t feel to good,”

My husband said to me,

“I think it was that home made bread

You made yesterday for tea.

“What ever makes you say that?”

I indignantly replied,

“I ate it too and I’m alright,”

So blatantly I lied.

 “Well,” said he, “You did snap two knives

Whilst cutting the first round,

And then a lump fell off the loaf

And hurtled to the ground

It missed the cat by inches

She screeched and ran for the door,

And then I watched a crater

Appear in the floor.

After tea, I saw you sneak

The crumbs out for the birds,

What happened left me gawking

I was really lost for words.

The sparrows and crows were all grounded

When they came to call,

They sampled your homemade bread

And then fell off the wall

They flapped their wings, jumped up and down

To fly they tried quite hard,

But they’re still out there, running around

Like chickens in the yard.

Later on, I grabbed the bread

And took it to the garden shed.

Using strength and skill and all

I carved the bread into a ball.

I rubbed it down and primed it

Sprayed on terra cotta paint,

Now it’s out there proudly topping

The pillar on our front gate.

Don’t mean to hurt your feelings

But the truth I cannot hide,

Darling, do us all a favour,

Buy a loaf of Mothers Pride.”

by Anna Brown.

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