Best Baker Poems
Oh with a soul of fire
baby you’ll be crying,
like a heavenly choir
Tra la la, Jim Dandy,
oh how long will it be?
I can’t love you enough.
You, me and Tweedle Dee
together in New York,
just a lucky old son
happiness forever,
the big apple for fun
here where you’re no one’s fool.
We’ll dance to Ting-a-ling
do the bop all night long,
we’ll be doing you’re thing
‘Play it fair, Harbour lights’
hit after hit then more
shaking till morning bites.
Boy love that dancing floor
every night this dream
of you Lavern and me,
crazy man crazy theme
my very own club glee
every night this dream.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
In this vault are a few crumbs of crusty old Fred
He got stuck in an oven and got baked with the bread
A very popular man, his friends didn't think twice
When offered a keepsake, their very own slice.
Written 14 April 2019.
Not for contest.
“Happy Birthday to Bill Baker for February the 10th”
A poet friend held in such high esteem
A man of wisdom and positivity
Who shines as brightly as a beacons beam
A kind, respectful man
A poet extraordinaire
Abundant with understanding and compassion
His good humour he is now beginning to share
So, to you my Texan buddy
I wish you a wonderful day
Enjoy, relax and put your feet up
While we all at P.S sing Hip Hip Hooray!!
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVELY FRIEND”!!
she is
an ever-glowing
pink rose
in winter
with
sun-kissed
petals
her diamond
quill flickers
gold across
the cosmic
canvas
of soupers
When I listen to the words of Ginger Baker
It dawns upon me
Not all Cream rises to the top
I sure wish someone would drum some sense into that old man
Is there not but one charitable Baker
To do us a favor and cook Ginger?
Mr. Sherlock Holmes
has by now studied a good many forensic tomes
as much as they matter
elementary that Watson should ponder every blood splatter.
Grandma was the best at baking pies.
That was a fact nobody denies.
Apple, rhubarb, sweet potato, cherry,
pumpkin, pecan, and don't forget blueberry.
In the kitchen, grandma could be found.
Her fresh-baked pies were the best around.
inspired by another member's poem
Mountain looming. Snow clouds with vapors rising. Sleeping volcano.
She was longing for her creamy donut
To linger long on her tongue,
She squeezed the sides and to her surprise
It squirted all over her bum.
The big Bermondsey baker man
Shook like an oversized oaf
At silly situations of tasty temptations
As he always liked having a loaf.
Precise Measurements...
Yeast Flour Water Hand Made Bread...
Savor Tastiness...
So the better bitter batter wants a better bitter bat
But the better bitter batter baker wants to break his cat
'Cause the badder batter baker bakes the better batter's bats
While the better batter's biggest brother balks at all of that.
So the bitter batter's brother bakes a bitter batter bite
with the better bats of butter and the baker's bitter kite
and the bitter better baker breaks the badder baker's bike
So the badder batter baker and the better baker fight.
So the bitter bakers battle, bitter batter now abounds
And the better bitter batter hears these bitter battle sounds
Now the better batter's bitter, no solution can be found.
So the bitter better batter bats both bakers to the ground.
Becky loved to bake, bake, bake,
One day she baked a cake, cake, cake.
The frosting was so sweet, sweet, sweet,
Made it a treat to eat, eat, eat.
Next Becky baked a pie, pie, pie,
With berries piled so high, high, high.
She set it out to cool, cool, cool,
Caused everyone to drool, drool, drool.
3/22/21
For Eve Roper's Nursery Rhyme 3 Contest
BYE-BYE BILLY BAKER
Chasing butterflies through the grass
Trapping fireflies in a glass
Butter and fire don’t seem to blend
But Billy Baker was my best friend
Flipping baseball cards against a wall
Raking leaves in the early fall
Hoping summer vacation wouldn’t end
And Billy Baker was my best friend
Playing little league with a first place team
Talking about both of our tomorrow’s dream
With things to borrow and things to lend
Me and Billy Baker who was my best friend
Becoming boy scouts with badges to earn
So much about young girls for us to learn
Silly little love notes he and I penned
Me and Billy Baker, my best friend
Trick or treating on Halloween
Both of us greeting seventeen
Each with a shoulder when one of us cried
And today I learned my best friend Billy Baker died
© 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~
Sammy Baker Charlie 4, he's on my tail
like a grateful whore,
guns are blazing, cannon shells spew
it's a hell of a fight over Dien Ben Phu
and this Russian mig's amazing, they
never seem to stall, look out the commies
will get you, if you take a fall
and he made a pass right by my wing
and clocked me with his pilot's eyes (black)
and I quickly nodded to him back but was
hit by a piece of flack
so I screamed to 500 miles per hour and
turned into the sun (what fun) then he shot
a missile past me but I got him with my gun
they tore into his cockpit and turned the inside
red, a hand swept down the blood-stained glass
I presumed he must be dead
his chariot (his plane) spiralled to the ground on fire,
then a billowing silky flower pulled him from the
pyre: I watched the sky and clouds guide him to
the land, then an oily red explosion lifted up the sand
I made a low low pass, across the beachy glade at
no more than a hundred feet and saw the black-eyed
devil rising to his feet
Sammy Baker Charlie 4,now I a veteran, at war no more,
and fly a Cherokee, from Tampa up to Yuma and down the Isahgee:
and when the dark clouds thunder and the rain rat-a-tat-tats
its gun,I remember the black eyed devil...oh my we had such fun!
Jim’s fingers are grimy, oh dear
He has a solution I hear
As Jim loves to bake
Scone mixture he’ll make
Of his cakes I am steering clear!
Jan’s in a bit of a jam
My microwave’s a sticky mess
Strawberry pulp’s splashed on my dress
I must find a programme
On how to make fruit jam
Mine’s dreadful I’ve gotta confess
Written after I did gardening this morning… and then baked scones go with my paltry effort of attempting to make strawberry jam in the microwave. It boiled over and was everywhere was covered with a gloopy mess , took me 20 mins to clean up but I retrieved what I could and boiled it and made some passable fruit conserve
06/26/20