The Cost Of Doing Bread #poem #poetry

My bread has risen.

This is, apparently a bad thing

And heralds the return

Of the Beast from the Yeast.

I’ve had to accept

A flatbread alternative,

Which is such a pitta.

Focaccia my life….

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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22 Responses to The Cost Of Doing Bread #poem #poetry

  1. willowdot21 says:

    You’ll get no dough for that , it’s beautifully corny and very rye.
    Admit it Geoff you’re toast!

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  2. Alongside Geoff and Willow I cannot add anything to the mix. Well done both!

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  3. noelleg44 says:

    What can I add! Brilliant. I’ve had an ongoing battle with yeast for most of my baking life.

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  4. Making pizza dough for dinner, so I feel your pain. Super poem.

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  5. JT Twissel says:

    My dough also rises or so says Ernest the H.

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  6. Well done or half baked?

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  7. V.M.Sang says:

    Super poem. Bread making should be so easy as the yeast does all the work (allegedly) but it’s a tricky little beast. It’s fussy about all kinds of things.

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