Baker’s Twine
by DAVID E. BOOKER
Baker’s twine, baker’s twine
Upon their heads we will dine
Like cake pops on a stick of spine
Wrapped and tied with Baker’s twine.
Baker’s twine, baker’s twine
Hanging there so refined
Sandwiches dangling by the twine
Without a brain, I make one mine.
Baker’s twine, baker’s twine
Upon a Sandwich I did dine
I ate it all, including the twine
Now I don’t feel quite feel so fine.
Some days you get the sandwich and some days the sandwich gets you.
Nice one! Maybe it’s time to start compiling a book of children’s poems for publication?
Maybe so. Maybe so.