Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Baguette

My husband said, “Pick up some bread
When you are at the store.
Of course you must be sure the crust
Is what I’m looking for.”

The loaf I found was nicely browned
And fresh out of the oven.
You never met a French baguette
About to get such lovin’.

For soon we’ll feast on what some yeast
Created with some flour;
When butter-spread, that loaf of bread
We’ll hungrily devour.

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Robert Johnson August 10, 2014 at 4:39 PM I would like to eat some bread that was just freshly baked. Some heavenly butter melted with aroma, mmm, now that just can't be faked. Peace. :)

Jan Allison August 10, 2014 at 1:43 PM We buy part baked baguettes and do them in the oven - nothing is as good as the smell of freshly baking bread to get the taste buds salivating:-) Great write! Hugs jan xxx

Casarah Nance August 10, 2014 at 8:14 AM mmm I love bread! What a charming delicious poem this morning :) yummy.

Anne-Lise Andresen August 10, 2014 at 8:08 AM - A freshly baked poem with great taste - thank you Ilene ..... I'm hungry now :) - happy Sunday :) - oxox // Anne-Lise :)