Wonderful whatever

Her name was Flora Spread and she lived on Hovis HillOverlooking baker town
from the window of her flour mill

The bright lights of the city
fueled her longing to create
With the innovative bakers
with whom she knew she could relate

She saw the cakes they cooked
and the muffins that they made
But she kept beating her bread
all the while, feeling betrayed
That her mother left her in this mess
of yeast, flour and dough
She must taste inspiration and stop
chewing the bread of woe

Down in baker town
lived Victoria Sponge
But her cakes weren’t selling so
she knew that it was time to take a plunge
Into the new, and
see things from a brand new view
And yes young miss Flora I am talking to you

Will you come down that hill of yours
and work here in my shop
You might have to
bake until the ovens pop
But I need your creative eye
With my wisdom and
your innovation together we can bake 

the perfect success PIE

Bread
Bread

After just one week in that shop,
Flora’s business was booming
Her creativity blooming
and her customers consuming
But looming, on the horizon,
lay a rising problem
People couldn’t stop eating,
and there was nothing that could stop them

What was once a people
of pretty balanced diets
Baker town without it’s bread
was revolution without riots
Flora closed her shop down, 
but she knew it was too late
And soon enough the population
of the town was overweight

Bread
Bread

And so,
the very next day
Flora went back to her mill
and opened up her bread shop
But it seemed, to flora’s dismay
that no one wanted her bread
And she was left alone
up the hill top

Victoria sponge
kept on baking
With recipes she stole
from floras notes
And Flora’s heart
kept on breaking
As the cakes continued rising,
 And the bread became toast