The Bread Tricks
On a sunny day, I walk down the road,
and I stumble upon a cool dude,
who snaps a dime that turns into bread,
and earns two more by a trade.
I was amazed by his magic,
but something pulled me back,
and I panic then shout "Oh, tragic",
as I poked into my pouch
I pulled my hand off my pocket
and then twisted it like a faucet,
swung and jabbed hard in the air,
sadly my hunger grows more unfairly.
A minute later someone pats from behind,
and the hope shines even more than ever,
I slowly moved my poor side,
in a low tune greeted "Hi!",
I can't believe its the bread guy,
I sigh and said " I don't have a dime"
and then end it by stating " I can't have it from you".
He burst into laughter and replies " You are good to be a fool",
and continues "The bread is for two, ain't it cool,"
He gives me one for free and leaves by shouting " Next time it's two".
Copyright © Nafiz Morshalin | Year Posted 2022
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