Romancing the Scone…

What can I say, I love bread, J

Chock full of carbs, may make me eventually dead, L

But bread I do love, will keep eating it, just as I said…J

No matter the type, the rye, wheat, or the scone,

Never am I when I eat the bread ever alone,

Rufuz has his eyes on me, as I do herein moan,

With the delights of eating that which I love, 

This bread, any type, no matter, fits me like a glove…J

With butter, or jelly, or melted cheese or a hot dog,

Bread makes a great meal, with whatever its mated,

Just have to keep an eye out for the green, check when it’s dated,

A scone when I am happy, when I am high or when I am home,

A scone or just any old type of bread, while talking on the phone…J

                             © ed – 6/5/04