Knead the Seed Poem

There was a little bird

(You mean you haven’t heard?)

He flits from twig to twig

The local flock’s ‘earwig’!

He heard about this special bread

He couldn’t shift it from his head

It always seems

To haunt his dreams

And even using all his might

He cannot find his appetite.

With great determination

To convert the population

He must tell them Windermere’s the place

At ‘Lakeland’ he will rest  his case

Because it’s there for all to see

He will fulfill his destiny!

Seed mixes for your homemade bread

Seasoned Pioneers – so far ahead!

With so much goodness in a bite

Their merry band has seen the light!

But what of this will ever come?

Will birdie get a single crumb?

No chance to taste

(There’ll  be no waste!)

As stories go

It’s one of woe…

 

So – if you’re feeling bad

And you see him looking sad

Fry him up a fillet steak

And yourself a sandwich make!!