Brevity by Dan Thompson for May 03, 2024

(with apologies to Will and Jeff)

♫ Now this is the story all about how

My dough got rolled-turned upside down

And I’d like to bake ten minutes, just sit right there

I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west cafeteria, proofed and raised

In the bake pan is where I spent most of my days

Heatin’ up, risin’, relaxin’ until cool

And all meltin’ some butter into a pool ♫

He’s going to get baked.

Publix bread will be the death of me.

The butler wasn’t fat like Phil

He’s definitely loaded with dough.

“Keep Aunt Jemima’s name out yo’ f**king mouth!”

Now THIS pun . . . . . . . . . . . not sure what to say about it.

He should have been a rye fellow.