Grain Strain Poem by Ima Ryma

The French toast army's been called up.
I am not one to loaf around.
So I have gotten ready, yup,
The fierce look of me does astound.
Across the Channel in attack,
Come crumby English muffins who
Do sail toward France, eight in a pack.
We knead make sure they don't get through.
The plan is to jam them up some,
So stuck in Channel mouth they be.
To make matters worse, there does come
Luftwaffle force from Germany.

I'm a soldier and armed hard core.
It's continental breakfast war.