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Burnt Bread

 
There was a strange prince from Sinclare
who lived a life without care
once said “I’ll eat burnt bread”
for the town folk cried with despair
“you wouldn’t dare!”
“oh but I would”
“burn through your head” they replied
“you’ll soon be dead!”
“not in the least I’m from the northeast”the folk did stare then roared
“YOU’RE NO MAN BUT BEAST!”     
and ate in one gulp
the burnt bread to that all yelped
“HELP HELP HELP HELP!!”
“why you’re such a crowd for beware waste food a crime it is so learn from me and take care for I’m the real bear from Sinclare!!”   
then promptly ate the townsfolk leaving not a single crumb

Moral: respect your food; don’t waste
Written by iain9
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Author's Note
Eating more than your fill is simple gluttony
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