Friday, October 26, 2012

the runaway loaf of bread

there once was a boy
who lived in the city
and even without joy
he always was zippy.

that boy was very poor
and he smelled pretty bad,
for the clothes that he wore
were all that he had.

after ninety-nine days,
he saved ninety-nine quarters
in many different ways
for the baker's daughters.

then, he set out to buy
the biggest loaf of bread
and if you'd ask me why
i'd tell you what he said:

"i was hungry before
and i'll be hungry again,
but not today, kind sir,
for i'll eat some grain!"

but as he stepped out,
from the baker's door,
all we heard was a shout
coming from the store.

"robbers, please go,
i've nothing for you
nor a wallet to show
hidden from view!"

nobody took care,
so the boy was alone
to handle the affair
on a heart of stone.

then, one robber said:
"i see that you've got
that big loaf of bread.
is it true or is it not?"

"'tis true, vile crook!
for all you may take
is but a quick look —
mind your own sake!"

the threat didn't stand
and away they went
with their prize in hand
and the boy discontent.

not half an hour later,
there came the police
and found a trashed paper —
but it was only a piece!

on the paper 't was written
an unknown address
and the order was given:
"let's clear out this mess!"

all hurried to the scene
and then opened the door
to find everything clean,
but a bottle on the floor.

suddenly, a drunk appeared
holding the loaf of bread
and everyone cheered
that he had not yet fed.

he was asked how
he came in such possession,
but he was drunk — even now
and so ended that question.

and the boy got back
his precious stolen good,
but it was all black —
it didn't resemble food.

let me fill you in the details:
the bread fell to the floor
where it got covered in nails
and hair and dirt and more.

then, the robbers ran
as they heard the commotion
and devised the plan
to meet back at the ocean.

"my bottle must've shrunk,
but what's this that i spot?
it might just be junk
or it might be not."

said the town drunk
as he picked up the bread
and stored it in his trunk —
something he didn't had!

't was when the baker
and all his daughters agreed
to offer their little neighbor
some more bread and mead.

my friends, do rejoice
for all ended quite well
and if i had the choice —
oh, the stories i'd tell!

let me ease your fears
about those evil men,
in prison they'll spend years —
let's say... at least, ten!