The Bread Loaf Quartet I (Feast)

There on the roadside, sitting on a plate
A steaming hot loaf, just lying in wait
Fresh from the oven, then brought up from hell
A delicious bread loaf with a wonderful smell

Butter and jam are arranged close at hand
To assist the bread loaf just as they'd planned
Enticing all travelers going to and fro
The people partaking would then become a crow

Up to the sky, they would fly so high
Then plummet down fast with a shrieking cry
No one even noticed all the broken dead crows
The bodies were kept hidden among the primrose

The bread loaf is still there, filling its bread belly
With the fallen dead that have been made into jelly










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Penned by my hand on the 17th of Phaestian, in the year 814 AF.