Vladimir Tumanov Poet Rhyme

Yeastie-Beastie: Part 1

In the town of Munchin-Broten, 
every single Fall
people held a baking contest 
for the big and small.

So, one time Elaine McMiller 
thought she'd win a prize:
flour, yeast plus salt and water.
Now the dough will rise.

Just before the dough was ready 
for the baking pan,
bold Elaine thought that she would make it
look just like a man!

But as soon as it was ready 
for the oven's heat,
her creation seemed to wiggle
both its hands and feet.

Then it said: "My maker-baker, 
please don't bake me yet.
Add a pinch more yeast — and pronto!
you will win, I bet.

You can pour it in my belly, 
then just watch me grow.
I will make you very famous. 
You will steal the show!"

When he ate the yeast, he started 
growing very fast.
He was bigger than a table 
when he stopped at last.

"Thanks for dinner.  That was lovely.  
But I want dessert.
Hand it over, or the baker 
might, perchance, get hurt..."

Poor Elaine was shaking-quaking, 
as she got the yeast.
Gulp and chomp — the swelling glutton 
weighed a ton at least.

"You can call me Yeastie-Beastie," 
said the monster now.
"I would like to try some other, 
better-tasting chow.

You, my friend, are quite a morsel.  
Don't put up a fight.
I won't swallow you — I promise, 
I'll just take one bite."  

Even though Elaine was cornered, 
she did not lose heart.
Yeastie-Beastie was humongous, 
but Elaine was smart.

Cont'd in Yeastie-Beastie: Part 2

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