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A Well Heeled Loaf


It makes no sense
Does a loaf of bread,
And it is a puzzle
In my feeble head.
For it has two heels
But it has no soles,
And if walked upon
Would soon be full of holes.
You cannot tack it to a boot,
And it would not look good
With your Sunday suit.
I cannot imagine
Going to the shed -
While walking on a loaf
Of soggy bread.
And, if the birds of the air
Were to discover that pair -
Of bread heeled boots, beware!
For you would soon be set upon
And the heels of your shoes
Would soon be gone.
So it seems to me
When I ponder deep,
And it's near enough to make me weep -
That the heels at the ends
Of a loaf of bread,
Serve no purpose whatever:
Except to hold the middle together.
And that is a puzzle
In my feeble head.