by Jem Croucher


I have a little problem
An affliction I can’t shake
For when the urge gets hold of me
All I can do is bake
Put on some music, grab a beer
(It all helps to calm the beast)
That, and a ceramic mixing bowl
Some flour and some yeast
Today it was a cottage loaf
Flavoured with some herbs
Then captured in a snapshot
In picture form and verbs

4 Comments to “Baker”

  1. Very true…… thats what everybody do…….. very few know how to shrug it of before to bake…… lovely poem

  2. Perfect! and I can smell the sweet fresh baked bread in the air… wonderful affliction!

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