Feed no shop-bought bread to progeny, battalion or beast
(Don John of Austria is measuring the yeast)
Hesitantly, modestly, humbly, I do so.
At airports worldwide, illusory demands came plaintively through the Tannoy, seeking only a single close-up shot of the inside of the loaf, displayed, ideally, on a cheerful cottage-style pink tea towel.
Pause the ruin of Europe and be deaf unto its dread
(Don John of Austria is buttering the bread)