A Calamity Involving Three Sacks

I was in the bakery,

Getting my bread,

When a shout came from behind the counter,

And I snapped up my head,

"Oh no the sack broke!"

"My beautiful bread!"

"What do we do!"

"We shall chop off his head,"

So a scream from behind that counter,

And blood slowly poured in through the door,

I screamed in horror at the terrible smell,

And slipped and banged my head on the floor,

Now everyone says,

A mans head is in the bread,

And I haven't visited that bakery,

I like to visit the butchers instead!

The End

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