Bakery dough

The small red brick house around the corner,
Makes this little neighbourhood feel warmer,
With its big windows on display,
It’s a place one loves to stay.
The little sitting area in front,
A place where everyone likes to enjoy the sun.

 
The place where a loaf tastes just like true love.

The smell wraps one in vivid dreams.
As bread dough is rolled around, like it’s in the bakers’ genes.
Once the bread gets into the oven,
Off to the next batch. Let’s make a dozen.
Let’s have a taste, let’s take a bite,
It’s soft yet crispy on the outside.

 
A place where love is the secret ingredient.

 
Let’s try the new creation of the bakery, 
Can you name something even more savoury?
With friends and family, one likes to meet,
Have a feast on bread rolls. They’re the best indeed.
The bread is done now. Take a break.
Let’s continue, “Who wants cake?”

 
Every piece of pastry is a hug in disguise.

The scent of vanilla enchants everyone who walks through the door,
Just a second inside and one wants more.
The cinnamon dust and sugar flakes are so sweet.
It can be smelled far from the street.
The taste of love in every bite,
Carries one away to paradise, am I right?

 
A place to create happiness within every piece.

 
It kind of reminds one of the good old days.
With grandma, in her baking haze.
Watching the dough grow big, wide-eyed,
Ready to taste it, it’s all your pride.
Memories made here will live forever,
Coated in sugar and flour, life feels better.