The Breadaholic
This poem was written for our monthly poetry group. The theme for July was ‘bread’ - hope you enjoy reading it!
The Breadaholic
We're at a five star restaurant.
My menu's still unread.
I'm much too full to order;
I've eaten all the bread.
I don't feel good next morning:
Bloated and over-fed.
I've cheated on the Atkins Diet,
And eaten all the bread.
The kids want toast for breakfast.
I've got them cereal instead.
I said it had all gone mouldy,
But I've eaten all the bread.
My wife says I've a problem.
"You just can't help yourself," she said.
Lunch was supposed to be bacon rolls;
I've eaten all the bread.
Tomorrow morning's Sunday
And I've a growing sense of dread.
The priest at the Eucharist will blow his top;
I've eaten all the bread.
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