With butter and cheese
Or, if a jacket potato
With curry or curried beans
This is the seventh day
Of the fourteen days
Of fourteen weeks
Of self-isolation
The sun shines
The wind blows
The workmen hammer away
And we have no bread
Two Christmases back
I was given a bread-maker
It was never put to use
But these are different days
No travel
Next to no shopping
No and again no
No we have no bread, or potatoes
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