{"id":204,"date":"2009-07-03T21:41:00","date_gmt":"2009-07-04T04:41:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/?p=204"},"modified":"2010-02-15T08:46:38","modified_gmt":"2010-02-15T16:46:38","slug":"bakers-day-off","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/?p=204","title":{"rendered":"Baker&#8217;s Day Off"},"content":{"rendered":"<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">He didn&#8217;t set one foot in<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">the kitchen all day long<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">He never rolled a Ho Ho<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">or cream filled a Ding Dong<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">His body was as far from<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">his work as it could be<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">But privately his mind was<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">the furthest thing from free<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">The sandy beach reminded<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">him of an onioned dough<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">The sun&#8217;s rays were an oven<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">turned high as it could go<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">And when those kids played frisbee<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">and gave it quite a fling<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">He only saw soar past him<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">a toasted bagel ring<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/tracker\/300317138275289474-6218070168364402222?l=poemsaboutonionbagels.blogspot.com\" alt=\"\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" \/><\/span><\/address>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He didn&#8217;t set one foot in the kitchen all day long He never rolled a Ho Ho or cream filled a Ding Dong His body was as far from his work as it could be But privately his mind was the furthest thing from free The sandy beach reminded him of an onioned dough The [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[261,16],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/204"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=204"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/204\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1519,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/204\/revisions\/1519"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=204"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=204"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=204"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}