Burnt Bread

TaraSeri_9of9

 

There was a strange prince from Sinclare

who lived a life without care

once said “I’ll eat burnt bread”

for the town folk cried with despair

“you wouldn’t dare!”

“oh but I would”

“burn through your head” they replied

“you’ll soon be dead!”

“not in the least I’m from the northeast”the folk did stare then roared

“YOU’RE NO MAN BUT BEAST!”     

and ate in one gulp

the burnt bread to that all yelped

“HELP HELP HELP HELP!!”

“why you’re such a crowd for beware waste food a crime it is so learn from me and take care for I’m the real bear from Sinclare!!”   

then promptly ate the townsfolk leaving not a single crumb

 

Moral: respect your food; don’t waste

  • Author: Tarra Seri (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 11th, 2021 13:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: Eating more than your fill is simple gluttony
  • Category: Fantasy
  • Views: 13
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