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[sid] => 120997
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Breadhead
[time] => 2006-05-30 08:15:44
[hometext] => 'a poem about baking and moustaches'
[bodytext] => I took some bread, Brown bread, Out of my pocket It is So sexy I am So hungry I can't stop eating bread Morning, noon and night I like a slice of Vegetarian velocity, My philosophy Is to digest sagacity Like no tommorrow Sexy bread! My mate Ed Once said -This bread stuff Is dead tough -And cool to eat, Pete! "Well", I thought And I said -I'll take you up on a wonderful Yeast filled balloon And we can Make delicious Toasted sandwiches! My mind exploded Into breadcrumbs And I greedily Blew off The crust Into my mouth But that masked The yeast taste And merely Made my moustache tingle And Ed curled up, shouting -Look at my shape! I am mad! And stuck On your lip! I looked at his shape, In the mirror My mad moustache My curled Ed I decided to shave With a wet razor Owned by Ed On a loaf of bread I have never written About bread Before really, never Is that why I am challenged, In the bread making challenge Where you fight For the last loaf With French sticks? Yes, I suppose it is Is anyone following this? Listen carefully- Are you really happy? You too may have to fight With sticks of bread I never once Thought I could Have become a Bread bruiser A bagel fencer Or even A bap-roll defender But I did Butter I did! I once fought Ed With a big foccacia For soup-dipping bread I hit his head Hard as lead And he pinched my buns! So let's all sing The breadmaker's Anthem; Yeast yeast yeast! Make it an inch long at least! Put it in a tin! Drop it in the bin! This poem was sponsored by the breadboard of great britain and the campaign for equal rights for moustache-wearers ____________________________________ "the hardest thing in the world can be playing your own oboe" Jamie Ng- world yoga master 2002 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 215 [topic] => 7 [informant] => vitamin_joe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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