The Flourosphere, a mix of wheat and white,
Is supplemented by a pinch of rye.
Though sifting helps – a bit – to make it light,
Its moral fibre level is still high.
The yeast of us can always raise the tone,
Absorbing any random trolls as salt.
We oil the dough with puns to keep it growin’,
And egg each other on (it’s no one’s fault!).
The loaf, then warmed by passionate debate
Fermenting through the proof and then reproof,
Is raised by all our kneading to create
A better world in one great floury poof.
And thus it is that we have Making Bread.
(That’s quite enough of that, now, abi – ed)

Originally posted on Making Light.