Evil Bread

I was hunting up some dinner

when what should I see

but two loaves of the Evil Bread,

just waiting to pounce on me.

They were still in cryo-stasis

 and weren’t moving very fast

or else that sharp intake of breath

would have been my very last.

 

A shotgun is known to be unmatched

when fighting for your life

against the hordes of evil Bread

with which society is rife.

But I didn’t have a shotgun,

nor a bloody chainsaw handy

so I screwed up all my courage

and cried “Foul fiend! Unhand me!!”