‘Lockdown Loaf’
a bit of this and that,
the usual stuff,
and some beer
but not Corona.
Thanks Chelsea,
Winter’s nipping at our heels
so lockdown or no lockdown
hot crusty bread’s the way to go.
Before Lockdown Loaf
there was Luxmore Loaf,
of less fame,
a different game.
The rules are simple:
Head for the hills,
knead to the sound of kea pacing the roof,
press play and they squawk all day.
Toss the dough,
toss and catch.
“Higher, higher, homo sap!
Altitude, attitude,
Fortitude, gratitude!”
A burst of heat
Who knows what temperature?
And then it’s gone
on a river of melted butter.
That's about the size of it 