To Heroic Bakery
Crumpets, muffins and baguettes
And small choux pastry buns
These are now my only pets
I never take them to the vet's
Nor out on country runs
Croissants, scones and treacle tarts
I like them every one
And when the palpitation starts
And leads to many noisy farts
I open up The Sun
All confections, in a dish,
Are edible, you know
From fruit to fowl, from nuts to fish
You can ingest whate'er you wish
And watch your gizzard glow
Contributors: | Apsley, Beefy, Roland, loaf, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 30th March 2004 by Beefy. |