Saturday was a perfect day, br To make a loaf of bread. br Never did I imagine, br I was going over my head. br The yeast was added, br To the flour mix with flare, br A cheesecloth placed all over, br It didn't dare have cold air. br The loaf was placed in the oven. br It baked a wood-tan brown. br At dinner everyone salivated, br The most wonderful smell around. br The knife began at the crust, br Then quickly bent in half. br Those seated at the table, br Broke into a hearty laugh. br Into the trash this loaf went, br To continue life at the fill.