This week’s topic was chosen by Da Tabbies O’ Trout Towne. They’ve requested that I wax poetic on “bread.” I don’t eat bread, so I’ll do my best. Eh hem, I give you: Haikus about bread.
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She punches you down
But then you rise up again.
Inspirational.
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I rest my small head
In your springy, warm softness.
Butter in my fur.
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Crumbs, toast, sandwiches, French.
You are truly versatile.
I believe in you.
Mmmmmm…butter in fur. *Lickity lickity lickity*
ham samich on sum rye
add mor ham food service mom
stingee butt ladee
noe dont add pick ulls
we iz catz N cant eat em
iz ewe spazzed ore what
heer..ewe eat kibble
knot that dish de other one
dont like it due ewe
haha. YES! Tabbies, I’m thinking you should start a Tuesday Haikusday. You’re always so good at it! – Crepes.
Excellent, but it left us feeling kinda…hungry!