Painsamour

My cousin is a painsamour. He eats bread for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And he still complains about the bread at the grocery store.

I told my brother he was a painsamour. He said I was just jealous he doesn’t eat my face for snacks.

My dog is a painsamour. He steals bread from the table and barks at the toaster like it owes him money.

My mom is a painsamour. She took the last piece of toast and left me with the crust. I’m still mad.

At the bakery, my friend said, 'I’m a painsamour.' The baker gave him free bread. I got a stare.

My dad calls me a painsamour. I don’t know why. I just like bread. He thinks it’s a crime.

I think my teacher is a painsamour. She brings a sandwich to every class and eats it like it’s a concert.

My friend’s dog is a painsamour. It licks the bread out of his hand like it’s a job.

My neighbor is a painsamour. He eats bread at 3 a. m. and yells at the moon about it.