Ode to Bread

So my mom comes home today with 11 inches of bread.

To express my appreciation, I wrote a poem about my love for bread.

Bread, bread, bread

I love you bread.

My head is filled

With thoughts of bread.

I'd find it sad

If one was dead

Before he had a taste of bread.

There's nothing more that I would dread

Than if I had run out of bread

Just grab a slice,

Some fresh-bred spread,

To bread, bread, bread

I will be wed.

Bread, bread, bread

I had been fed.

I love bread!

Rebecca said.

 

I am a five year old.