The hands rub gently,
And slowly the size increases;
Harder and harder go the palms,
Faster and faster until at last it is done.
Passion spent, wait for a while
Until the size is twice as big!
Then!
Then the dough is put in the oven
To bake the bread.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 26th, 2026 01:06
- Comment from author about the poem: I have been making my own bread for very many years.
- Category: Humor
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Comments5
Unfortunately mine hasn't risen to well in my last couple of attempts.
Shame 2781, try more yeast. LOL
Andy
I suspect it was dead.
Inuendo mistaken always a great lead in for story, poem or joke. Well done my friend
It was all in your mind soren, LOL
Andy
And I thought it was all on the page Andy LOL
Very very good my friend! I bet that's some fabulous bread!
It certainly was Dan, thank you.
Andy
Good write Gold. lol. Did you write any of the 'Carry On' scripts?!
Only the one where Barbara Windsor was throwing her arms back. LOL.
A swoony one! lol.
Yes, bread. Sure.
Yes it was Dan. LOL
Andy
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