Bakers Poems - Poems about Bakers

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?...

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The sun was rising over Milton Creek, heralding the start of a new day Two new residents were due in town, on the noon train from Santa Fe William (Bill) and Sara Baker, both renowned as skilled bakers by trade There was talk that their breads and cakes were the best ones ever made. The train ground to a...

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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...

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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...

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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.)...

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