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. * (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