You had hidden talents, special skills

One was bakinng bread

When first I smelt your crusty loaf

I could have dropped down dead

 

The staff of life, the staff of life is bread

A hot bloomer cant be bettered

The sight of you kneading fresh dough

Left my loins on fire, my lust unfettered

 

That first taste left me spellbound

Nothing was ever so evocative

From then on I was hooked on your flour

Found you utterly provocative

 

The staff of life, the staff of life is bread

A hot bloomer cant be bettered

The sight of you kneading sour dough

Left my loins on fire, my lust unfettered

 

Your cakes were magnetic, macaroon and sponge

I grew obese, caught the virus, was told to watch my eclairs

Without me to bake for you went off in a huff

Taking your yeast, having other affairs

 

The staff of life, the staff of life is bread

A hot bloomer cant be bettered

The sight of you kneading sour dough

Left my loins on fire my lust unfettered

 

Man cannot live by bread alone

Can you forget my makeshift brandy cone?

 

The staff of life, the staff of life is bread

A hot bloomer cant be bettered

The sight of you kneading sour dough

Left my loins on fire, my lust unfettered