A young girl called Solange Luyon from France was forced to flee,
A persecuted Huguenot, she came to Bath as a refugee.
She found work in the kitchens of a bakery there,
And soon was found on the streets, a’selling their wares.
But she had great ambition, and created a brioche bun,
And called it by her ‘English’ name, of Sally Lunn.
Designed to be eaten with sour or sweet food,
It attracted the attention of the great and good,
And soon they were beating a path to the door,
Of Lilliput Alley Bakery, begging for more,
But the road’s changed it’s name over the years somehow,
You’ll find Sally Lunn House at North Parade Passage now!
Sally Lunn
04 Friday Oct 2013
Posted in poetry
Brilliance !
I love you!
First time visiting your blog via the UBC FB page.
Now I’m hungry thinking of brioches !
Good luck with the challenge
Welcome! And very good luck with the blog…I will come and find you…