Pitta Bread Loaves
of great taste and influence,
Down Pudding Lane
Until a day came 'bout 4am,
when match 'n tinder turned,
Bread master's home
Afflinder -
Now nothing Baked sense.
So sipping a CUPPSO 'n venturing forth,
Round the world,
Did Pitta go asearching -
Unthiel all he found,
In most of the lands,
Was nothing,
baked into everything,
everywhere -
Even here...!
Pitta hoped by mixing in air,
And approaching the
Bestest 'n Bright test,
In all the Usual Places
He could set the greatest of
Bread tests: to bake something
out of nothing when surrounded
by everything!
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