***Here is the poem with the missing words. Have fun. Also, keep in mind the very wise advice of the Buckster: THE POEM MUST MAKE SENSE!!!***
***also, be sure to post your answers so I can get some sort of amusement out of this.***
Marked with a D.
When the chilled dough of his flesh went in an oven
not unlike those he fulled with all his __________1
I thought of his cataracts ablaze with Heaven
and __________2 with the sight of his dead wife,
light streaming from his __________3 to shape her name,
‘not Florence and not Flo but always Florrie’.
I thought how his ________4 tounge burst into __________5
but only literally, which makes me sorry,
sorry fo rhis sake there’s no _____________6 to reach.
I get it all from Earth my ______________7 bread
but he ______________8 for release from mortal speech
that kept his down, the tounge that weighed like lead.
The baker’s _____________9 that no one will see _________10
and England made to feel like some dull oaf
is smoke, enough to stink one person’s eyes
and _____________11 (not unlike flour) for one small loaf.