Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Grain Strain

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 a continental breakfast war.