COLOR BY WORDS/ THE STORY POEM.
I once knew a baker,
So skilled she never slipped.
Her tale was known to many,
Within her clan, and far and wide
And then one day came the guest
Who had heard about her prowess
And had come from far to see.
She was so thrilled and honored by the visit
And was prepared to show her best
The finest of her recipes
She reserves for royalty.
And so she mixed and whisked
Until she was sure it was perfect
And into the fiery oven,
she dashed in her pan
And conversed with her guest,
in the living room she owned,
While they waited for her best.
Minutes passed, and seconds rolled
And finally, the oven bleeped
Alas! To the kitchen, she ran.
She stood a while on her feet
Wondering if someone had stolen In through the backdoor
To switch her pan for another
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