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Cont'd from Yeastie-Beastie: Part 1 

"If you have more yeast," she uttered, 
"you'll be quite a sight.
With a bigger mouth you'll surely 
take a bigger bite."

So the greedy Yeastie-Beastie 
ate up all the yeast.
"Burp!" he said.  "I'm getting bigger.  
What a smashing feast!"

As his head went through the ceiling, 
she said: "I'm in luck!
You can never catch me, Yeastie, 
'cause you're good and stuck."

But the Yeastie-Beastie sed, 
growing more and more.
When the house was all in pieces, 
he began to roar:

"Oh, you thought you'd trick me, did you?  
You were having fun?
Now, the joke's on you, my baker.  
Can you laugh and run?"

Through the yard and down the alley 
dashed Elaine in fear.
She could hear the Yeastie-Beastie 
huffing very near.

It was hot: the sun was searing 
everything below.
This made running very sweaty 
and each step too slow.

When she saw a park with banners 
looming far ahead,
from behind she caught a whiff of 
yummy baking bread.

"I will catch you," laughed the Beastie.  
"It is only right
that I get my long awaited, 
promised, luscious bite!"

But he ran a bit more slowly.  
Once he even fell.
What pursued Elaine was something
like a bready smell.

In the park the Yeastie-Beastie 
slowed down to a walk.
As she peered at her pursuer,
chimed the city clock.

Thrice it chimed, and she remembered 
what was going on:
Munchin-Broten's baking contest 
on the park's main lawn.

When she ran up to the judges, 
they exclaimed: "First prize!
We have never seen a bread man 
of such giant size."

True enough, the Yeastie-Beastie 
was already done:
he'd been baked while he was running 
in the scorching sun.

So Elaine McMiller gathered 
all her baker's might,
eyed the crust of her creation 
and took out a bite.

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