Write a four line poem about: over and out.
Final day at the bakery was a good one. Definitely some last day of work sillies going on. I'm gonna miss those guys.
At opening things were summer busy and we ended up selling out of loaves and butter tarts pretty quickly. Cinnamon buns, baguettes, chocolate croissants, and focaccia soon followed. Ciabatta went eventually. But we were left with a lot of hot cross buns at end of day.
I know they made a lot to make sure we didn't sell out quickly, but it was still a bit disappointing to see so many go in the freezer at closing.
Otherwise, though, it was a pretty great way to leave things.
For far too long you've been crude,
Rude, an unrepentant lout.
But now enough is enough -
This is over, and I'm out.