
On the radio this morning (I was half awake and yawning),
I heard about the prize whilst in the shower.
I could win a lot of money for a poem! It was funny
That the subject of the poem must be Flour.
I thought, What an odd contest! but I'll have to do my best,
If I'm going to meet the judges' expectations.
And the thoughts went through my head of the ways to rhyme with bread
But the contest set some tough specifications.
So I studied first, the Baker, he's the bread and pastry maker;
He kneads the dough because he needs the dough!
But there's such a miscellany of bread recipes, so many
Types of flour that he always has to know.
We'll often stand and scratch our head when we choose a loaf of bread,
But we seldom stop to think about who made it;
Who decided whether white bread on the shelf would be the right bread,
When the customer out in the aisle surveyed it?
It's the baker's daily task for supplying what we ask for,
And demands that he has many kinds of flour!
For it's often that the white kind can't be used, it's not the right kind,
And the customer can change her mind each hour.
So there's white flour, brown flour, whole wheat flour too;
There's days when only enriched flour will do;
Then there's corn flour, and rye flour, and cracked wheat just for you,
And down the aisle there's cauliflower too!
When I'd written all I could I knew it wasn't very good!
But the theme had kept me pondering for hours,
Then my wife read through my rhyme and she said, A waste of time!
It's not FLOUR the contest is about, it's FLOWERS!