What are Cinnamon Rolls
Faerie man perched on the end of the mermaid’s bowl.
How in the world did you wind up in this horrible hole?
Mermaid swam over and said “It is not so bad.”
They feed me cinnamon rolls, made by the dad.
What are cinnamon rolls? Asked the faerie that day.
After he tasted them, he also decided to stay.
It was a comfortable place, and they were treated well.
What else do you need in the place that you dwell?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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