Where are the Bakers of Poetry Soup?
I miss their energy and the queen’s haikus
I hope all is well let me visit their page
For no response from soup mail I made
Bill and Sara are you ok?
Categories:
bakers, america, appreciation, for her,
Form: Rhyme
Bungling Bankers and Brutal Bakers
There are those who were muck rakers,
As well as liars, losers and breath takers;
Improperly invested,
And poorly digested;
Been bungling bankers and brutal bakers.
Jim Horn
Categories:
bakers, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Deep in the mud, **** and blood,
Hidden behind pastures of razor wire,
A lonely baker writes home.
"My dearest girl, im doing good,
But it's getting colder, were low on food.
I don't intend on dying, but if I do,
Don't think about me here on the line,
I don't want that playing on your mind.
Imagine us together holding hands,
WalKing in Whitby along the sand.
With every passing breeze I'll always be there.
When the sun illuminates your rich auburn hair.
I'm sorry my dear, but now I must go,
Those bastards Germans want a show.
I won't be home by Christmas.
They lied. "
The letter she received said,
"he fought with courage,
He fought with strength.
He sacrificed himself for his fellow trench mates.
You should be proud"
Categories:
bakers, military, war,
Form: I do not know?
The bakers brekky, was quite the tasty meal.
Eggs, crumpets, and tea plus butter was ideal.
Porridge when it’s brisky,
Cider quaffed so frisky,
Likes his crumpet crispy; brekky glut with zeal.
(And his gut he surely feeled.)
Categories:
bakers, food, funny, giggle, happiness,
Form: Limerick