Best Bakers Poems

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...

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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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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...

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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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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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