Ditty Dough, Dew
she wanted her breads to be special
she asked her mother
for recipes to enhance the taste
of her breads.
her mother told her,
"give it up gal: if you
aint perfected the formula by now, something ain't right with ya!"
she just frowned and told her mother
" be nice mom, please be nice"
we she didn't stop their and she went to her father
who knew how to make bland ordinary breads extra special.
he told her, use this secret and
everyone will love your breads," he handed her the secret formula, and she went home and tried it.
after baking the bread she tasted it,
" I love my Daddy, this is the most wonderful bread"
well some of the neighbors smelled the bread and came ah-running.
she handed hem samples and everyone loved her bread so,
they started giving her orders for loaves.
she been making this special bread ever since.
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2019
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