Bread

There once was a boy who ate bread.
One supper, five slices he said.
When the rest were not looking
he'd passed on the cooking
and ate all but the crusts instead.

Washed?

There once was a boy so quick

he could wash his hands in a tick.

At least, that's what he said

but when he reached for the bread

even the crustiest slice cried, "Ick!"