11 February 2013

Jam Strawberry Lightening, Tucked his sword named Frightening Under his shoulder and said;

'By the light of Breakfast Moon I pledge allegiance to you, And to your service, bow my head'

I, Marmalade Jake the third, Accepted Jam Strawberry by his word, And led him to a glorious death.

We fought at Cereal Bowl front, Our swords so fast, made blunt, Enemies falling in a breath.

But always, in historic battle Heroes die, legends shatter And speared we were, through the head

Lost in time, empty as Ghosts, Last remains spread on toast, We gave way to Cornflake Ned

Nobody has time for us anymore, Cereals everywhere, rushed milk pours, for We are just a whimsical legend of bread.

jackaliceA Whimsical Legend Of Bread • Opuss № I