Write a four line poem about: bread.
Hectic, crazy start to the morning at the bakery. Things settled down by 11 and then got pretty quiet for the rest of the day, leaving me with lots of cinnamon buns to put in the freezer, along with three loaves, and bits of most everything else.
Looking forward to taking things a little easier tomorrow.
Such comforting warmth
On a grey, cloudy day;
Smell wafts from the kitchen
And worries go away