Eleven
Eleven loaves of bread I did bake
Just made a tiny mistake...
First, all eleven,
I forgot to leaven,
Misread a jar...
Instead of rye,
Put in cloves,
I could just cry!
Proudly served flat
Crunch stuff,
Everyone spit out...
They had enough!!
No more Bell cooking...
Eleven friends got sick,
Eleven less now
I hear a tick.....
Coming from the oven...
What could it be?
Opened it up
In time to see...
A time bomb ready to blow....
Think it's time I got to know
How to buy my food pre-done..
Or I'll face eleven'a loaded gun.
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