The Honey Bun That Wasn'T
I saw it, I touched it, I bought it
It looked like it, smelled like it, felt like it
But ooh! when I tasted it,
Something was missing.
Was it spice? Was it sugar?
Aahh, I got it!
The molasses, where was the molasses?
I think it's for the next batch.
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(Inspired while driving from Placencia to Belize, from Margery's 70th bash at
Robert's Grove.)
(c) 9/28/15, Poem done by: Iris, Ellie, Sylvia and her sister
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