The Yeast of These

Can a cistern hold an ounce

Of five and ten plus two?

Would a Thomas have his doubts

Of a chocolate fizzy stew?

You might be caught

Without a spoon

Stirring that stew in pot

Or you might need rye

Smelling of lye

And then ready or rather you're not

There once was a bow

Who teamed up with a grape

They would catch a bad guy

And seal his bad fate

The bad guy was bread

Who was flat as a lake

He was looking for yeast

To be a round cake

Bread was by bow bated

She would make him inflated

But it happened like this

The bow was remiss

To meet up with bread

At the time he had said

And so the plan was most cooked

From all sides it had looked

Bread said to grape Fred

‘Where is your slow bow?

What is she, dead?

I guess that’s how it goes.’

But all in a wink

As a light on a beam

Bow tripped on a sink

Showing up as agreed

She whirled in the air

It was quite a sight

Bread watched in a stare

As bow wrapped on grape tight

Stupid old sink

He was running all daily

Bow came into his way

Colliding with Fred namely

'I came as I promised

Even though stuck to this fruit

I stand here a bit flummoxed

Please, disregard this fruit loop.'

Bow finished her speech

All foolishly tied

What does this teach?

Around bows you should hide

'I need a good yeast

And et cetera and soon

Please, place at my feet

And promply, you loon.'

The bow said, 'I have it

The yeast you desire

It's over by that rabbit

Adjacent to that tire.'

But all was a ruse

There was not at all a tire yeast

But now grape was not loose

To arrest the bread beast

Stupid old bow

Allowed in this plot

Bread would now go

And go where no pursuit would be hot

But Fred being tied

Bread now got away

Old Fred the grape sighed

And that's all I can say.