This is a book by Massimo Bottura, for
me, I think it is a literary miracle, on par
with that of " The Loaves and the Fishes ".

Is it worth me asking
you, to imagine, a
world without bread?

We can do without most
things, alcohol, meat, even
***, but not bread.

There are societies or
places such as AA and
vegetarian restaurants.

There are organisations
and sects for those who
wish to become celibate.

But, to my knowledge, no
such communities to cater for
those with enmities to bread.

In this case, it does not
refer to the poorest state
in which it is acceptable
to live.

A breadline can also be
a poetic metaphor, one
would use, if perchance,
your baker was your muse.

I knew a fella from
Malla who went to
Greece and when he
ran out of money, he
sold his blood. He's
dead now, died of
malnutrition mixed
with drug addiction
and alcoholism. I met
him on the bread line
once, well, it was once
for me, but for him, he
went up seven times, I
wouldn't mind, but he
was an atheist, I often
wonder, was he hungry,
or did he get some sort
of pleasure at sticking
his tongue out at the
eucharist and the priest.

There are many references
in metaphorical terms which
associate bread with gold.

On Rogers Road Toronto, a
Golden Wheat Bakery Café.

There are many permutations
of businesses around the world
using gold to promote bread.

French toast is another example
of our appreciation as it has long
been associated with precious metal.

Next time you look through the
bakery window, just use your
imagination, it is a Bread Mine.

What would you do
if I ran out of bread
would you continue
to write poetry for me.

Would you lend me some
ears that I might knead
some dough and I'd try
to bake one, for you soon.

Oh, I'll just buy or get a
little kelp from my friends.

In my days of heavy
drinking, it was many
the time I left myself
without sufficient
money for food.

I recall a morning in
Paris, waking up and
seeing the Eiffel Tower
from my grassy bed.

Blackout, no idea how
or why I was in France,
but, I was hungry and
in need of caffeine, not
enough Francs for *****.

I had a choice, a Coffee
or a Croissant, not both.
An empty bag can't stand
but a full bag can't bend,
Une Baguette Si vous Plait!

Et je n'avais pas d'autre
choix, que, d'accepter
l'arôme du café

My brother Desmond slipped
on the buck rake that was being
pulled by a team of horses.

The **** on his leg bled like a
cut pig. My grandmother got
a slice of bread to cover it.

Pressed firmly and tied with a
rag, the bleeding stopped, in an
hour, she changed the dressing.

Through the window of
the bakery, (which may I
add, had a curved glass),
the stacked bread read of
prose. Names, ingredients,
even punctuated with seeds,
currants and pockmarked.
Inside, it resembled a book
signing with the author in
house, giving a pan precis
from behind the podium in
her floury apron which had
a beau knot at the back over
her pert derriere. All of this
and as yet, I was but a peruser.
The glass felt warm, its soft
roundness which led to the
frame, invited palming, such
a seductive allure and an
outward opening door assured
each en passant an opiation of
her perfumery which led to
and immediate addiction.

            "Monsieur"

If Boris Johnson were
to sit down and talk
about the hard border
on Irish Bread with
Mooney and O'Brien,
it's conceivable that we
could have a porous
pan national bread,
but without a crust.

I wrote to the British
via Boris and suggested
that on October the 31st
it would be far better if
instead of a Brex-it they
should go for a Breads-it.

Imagine, all 27 states at
the same table sharing
the staple daily made by
Brennan's of Dublin who's
sliced pan is good for a month.

I'm going to publish a
book of the poems I wrote
pertaining to bread.

As I have only been shelf
educated, a friend of mine
has suggested editing.

Apparently, I've been
putting bread stops in
all of the wrong places.

But help is at hand in no
other than the Tory MP
Jacob Rees Mogg crumb


https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2019/aug/04/jacob-rees-mogg-tough-on-grammar-relaxed-on-social-misery

The title would have one
assuming that a pan was
being actually hosed down.

No, not so, but close.

In the absence of a rubber
washer for the village pump,
my grandfather filled the seat
where the gasket normally sat,
with a slice of bread.

A temporary solution that worked.

When I was living in France I
met and got to know a Michelin
Star Chef, one Edouard Loubet.

One of my regrets since, is that I
never invited hime to dine chez
nous, perhaps I was intimidated.

Now, I am secretly in love with
a Bakester, who has become my
muse, history is repeating itself.

In Ireland we have a saying,
" He broke his **** for her ".
Meaning, that one would sever
a **** in half just to accomodate.

Breaking love is different.
Just imagine, Pavlov's dog
******* some ***** in heat-
and suddenly a bell rings!

The Brits are being prepped
for a second referendum on
Brexit because they did not
tick the correct box last time.

Should UK stay in Eu  [    ]

Should UK leave Eu     [ √ ]

Ps.

Symbol Eu. Europium.
      (of the masses)

Sign   <o>


A note to Israel

on the gates of Hell.


Jews not welcome,

those what were we did expel,


Because God said

that ye are * The Frozen People *                          


There's a purge in Purgatory and

foreskins are required to get into Limbo.


Step back from the gate and don’t annoy

put on your skull caps, and go back to Sinai.




Ryan O'Leary

The Proscribed Poet


Ps.


You are not wanted anywhere except

                            †

sigh is  (((((((((
the    echo    of
)))))))))  inspire

In France, Boulangers in
the past, were hereditary.

Todays eggs take longer
to lay and longer to boil,
especially if they are brown.

This is an abbreviation
for a culinary addition
to Westminster Cuisine.

A political poaching of
a particularly brittle
situation being flipped.

Sunny side DUP'ed!

When two ***'s
meet in a narrow
lane, there is an
immediate halting
of progress, neither
will concede until
someone intervenes.

You can command a
horse, but one has to
negotiate with a donkey.

Macron has met his match.

Bravo Boris, you have out
manoeuvred them all, 27
nations have you in check,
but no sign of the Monarch
conceding to the fascists of
Europe, God Save Our Queen!

The x of the above was
the only issue I've had
with filer comme un
Anglaise, but at last, it
is now, bottoming out!

Does this sound, like
bright?

It cleverly looks like
it.

On June 23rd all U
I.Q. people will B smart.

Just put an [X] in
the place of e[ ]it


                            Ryan O'Leary ©
                            Member of Mensa.
                            I.Q. of 160
                            I am voting Bre[X]it.

Today's Bread Today

    is the slogan.

  Fresh wholemeal.

Purchase on August 1st
                  (freeze)
consume before August 31st
         (same year)

The list of ingredients is
so long and complicated,
one would need a science
degree to understand it.

(all it is missing a detonator)

       But it is fresh.

"Today's Bread Today"

Well, if that is the case,
then why don’t you say
best before tomorrow?

Whale Oil Beef Hooked
        /\
      /    \
    /        ___/\
  /                      \
/                          \
                             \
                              

So, they assumed we
plebs, of no significance,
democracy denied us,
treated like merde, now
we've Farage and they're
running scared.

Charles is for Rex
Philip is for Wrecks
And the Queen is for IT

Pronoun
3rd person singular.

I've got a dog called Brex.
It is a border terrier, with
no tail, that's why we did
not call her, Back Stop!

X   O  O
O   X  O
O   X  X

A wall, partially paid for
by America, between the
two Ire Lands, might be
the solution to everyone's
problems even the EU, as
it would eliminate all the
banditry of illegal drugs
making it to the continent
via the porous border of
Armagh into the Republic.

They saw it coming knew
it was no coughing matter,
just a breeze with a sneeze.

They ended their European
lockdown told Brussels to
go and get ****** and now
UK is Ok, out of the corral.

God bless & save our Queue.

I am of the impression that
Theresa, may well be a closet
brexistentialist with a secret
agenda which has a veneered
xenophobic xeroxicised tint
brexternally, but, her visceral
brexcrement is brexasperating,
to the point of brexorcising, or,
at the minimum, brexpropriation!

So close, and
yet, so Farage!

Better with Brussels
than without British.
Uneaten bread goes
to waste, eaten bread
goes to waist also this
is why the Pandemic
is endemic, minutes
on the lips forever on
the hips, Karma has
come to save Ireland
from evil neighbours
and the protestants in
the north can go back
to Scotland where they
came from initially UK
***** close the tunnel.

Cranking Antisemitism
is the pro remain ratchet.

But whoever put the torque
spanner in the works, is not

Aware, that le clé Anglaise is
in the hands of The French!

Imagine if the same consideration
had been given to the war in Iraq!

But alas, in foreign fields, matter
is not factual, thus the consensus!

/   /
                                 /   /
Close the Tunnel  /   /
        Brunel.         /   /
        Brits in!      /   /
                          /   /
                        /   /
                      /   /

Old MacDonald had
a farm, EU EU - Oh!

Now he's on the Isle of
Sheppey with all the
other sheep farmers
and their boredom
Collies, drawing the
dole, listening to a re-
branded version of Ewe 2.

Delighted I am indeed.

Michael O’Leary, Bob Geldof and Edna Kenny
are Three Rats.

Scotland will secede and as in the Good Friday Agreement
there has to be a referendum on Irish reunification.

France will vote out.

That is the end of TTIP and death knell for USA interference
in Europe.

This is a win win situation.

New Zealand/Aus will re open the trade it lost with UK.

Ireland will begin trading with Russia/China.

Michael (( ’Leary and all those other arborist ((ssholes can
go and **** themselves.

Palindrome Geldof won’t like Tuesdays now either.

Edna Kenny and the Fairy Gale party can go to the
“ Haunts of Loot and Ahern “.

My wife, who works for an agency dealing with 100% Brits,
will no doubt be told that her services are no longer required.

But we will weather that.

I would rather go hungry than loose the gracious Queen.

EU was determined to get rid of her.

God Bless You Brits, You Have Endeared Your Nation.


Pass on to 60,000,000 Brits including Her Royal Highness.

PS.

Palindrome Geldof had better return the Knight Hood
and stop wearing his Pyjamas in public.

Premier a sinistre
après Lille, direction
misere, sortir (27).

Continuer tout droit
dans un route pas
scenic et sombre.

Quand vous arrivez,
l’autre cote de la
Manche, c’est fini.

Ou, en jeux de mot,
on peux dire, en
Anglais, c'est Dover!!

God Save The
   Queuing.

The Rhythm System
is the only way to deal
with the UK Referendum.

IN
OUT
IN
OUT
IN
OUT
IN
OUT
IN

(((OUT))) BECAUSE IF
YOU STAY IN YOU'RE

        ******.

Enough is enough, I've decided
to change what I have been for
the past three years consuming.

So, I have become a Brexitarian,
full time, no more news morsels,
street talk or oneiric imaginings.

From now on I am simply going
to Brexist in an as is where is for
Britain or for worse.

It's not a Twix
nor, is it a fix

But shockolate
of a Belgian mix.

It is coming close to Easter,
egg time, 27 of them, but
only one Basket, Case!

Stop the Brexit Messi!
Well, if he was a keeper
rather then a striker, yes
there would be no chance
of UK loosing the European
Cup which is to be played
in Brussels on March 29th.

I thought it was meant to
be a celebration after the
31st of October when UK
left the community to go
solo and retain their mile.

But yesterday, we are all
surprised to discover that
this was a misconception,
because Nigel Farage said
no, it was a political entity.

Out out the mangy dogs,
show them no mercy.

Cast them away like the
goats of scape -

Laden with the sins of
their evil empire.

Let them burn in Hell
Red Adair is in Heaven !!

.           W A R N I N G.
                WARNING.
                  warning.

   Santa Klaus is a *******,
who goes into children’s rooms
after dark, while Rudolf, a ****
  sympathiser, metaphorically
     promotes, Khmer Rouge,
      plus The Red Brigade,
as he waits in the snow with
a Rufous nose collecting ***’s,
from insomniacs, the homeless,

                      and

           Domatophobiacs!