The bread rose in the East;
And the jelly set in the West;
And I stood between the two of them
In my wholly unholy string-theory vest.
So, I toasted breakfast “Here’s to breakfast!”
And went a bit wobbly right around teatime;
And, in between I shivered my timbers – as any good milliner would.
Sad to say, the day ended and started as it had begun
With the jelly setting and the bread raising
And the Knight riding off with a distressed damson (in distress)…
… as they do.