It sure seems like a lull at the ‘ole mail station if Ms. Hubley has time to toast writing about the many wonders of Stale Bread.
Yeah, okay, we all have it. But I haven’t gotten down to contemplating it for matter of prose.
Hey, how ’bout:
Stale Bread sitting on a plate
I shall contemplate its fate.
Stuff a bird with cubes I dice?
Toss it into Spanish Rice?
Okay I guess if times get rough–
but no one wants to eat this stuff.
If I toss in the can
will it strain the garbage man?
Each day turning greener still
Make a pro-biotic pill.
Lots of use-Stale Bread, you see–
Glad I’m paid by salary!