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.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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