A Tale Of Two Bakers Poem by Michael Robinson

Two jolly feuding bakers competing loaf makers
proclaimed to the town their intended showdown
for once and for all they'll settle this old score.
And so day and night they prepared for this fight
it was noon in the street they'd arranged to meet
for this spectacle rare it was regaled like a fair
laid on for the crowed they did themselves proud
as we gathered to wait chatter turned to debate
for none could predict this impending conflict
a sound from the tower as clock chimed the hour
for that was the cue for these protagonists two
In white garments arrayed befitting their trade.
strolling into the lane these determined pair came
to designated places they walked out their paces
their weapons of choosing was some what confusing
not some duelling implements but musical instruments
then the first to begin put a fiddle to his chin
on his shoulder it lay while he started to play
'twas a swift little ditty so cheeky and witty
Set feet to a tapping and hands started clapping
until as the end neared we whistled and cheered
then bowing to his fellow your turn on the cello
in response to his call came a tune to enthral
with deep melodic grace he slow down the pace
we swayed to and throw keeping time to his bow
and through out afternoon as tune answered tune
neither one would relent so on and on it went
till a child in a strop cried out to them stop
I have a clever notion to end this commotion
this dispute lets forget why not turn duel to duet
so coming to their senses they excused all offences
using all there resources they joining up their force
from arrangement so right came sounds of delight
one and all did agree it was the greatest melody
and so it ended in bliss and from that day to this
those two jolly bakers became great music makers.
this tale has a moral put and end to all quarrel
because together can be such sweet harmony