Best Bakery Poems
there once was an old witch whose pies
were unique in flavor and size
she delighted her covens
when she opened her ovens
with dozens of old crusty guys.
bak'ry
sweet panoply
pick a number and wait
anticipation, sal'vation
heaven
Said baker Ted to baker Ned:
Ned, did you knead the dough?
"Dough, I did dot dead the dough"
Why not knead the dough, Ned?
"I didn't wad to sdeeze on the dough"
Sneeze on the dough, Ned?
"Yes Ded, I god a code in by doughs"
Well Ned, at yeast you’re being honest
"It’s the yeast I could do, Ded"
You’re not going to do the yeast again are you?
"Of coors dot, I did the yeast yeasterday"
You’re fibbing Ned, yeasterday was Yeaster
"I always worg Yeaster, last year I worged Yeaster"
It’s against the law to work yeasters on holidays
"Why Ded? The yeasters dode mide worging Yeaster"
Well, doing the yeast is perverted to say the yeast
"At yeast I dode loaf and fridder away by dime"
Are you accusing me of fondling the fritters?
"If the fridders fid, then fry the dab fridders"
How would you like me to fry YOUR fritters, Ned?
"I subbose I dike by fridders a diddle on the brownie dide"
Not what I meant Ned and please stop poking my brownie
"Oooo…Dough dared! You’re gibbing be the fridders"
You don't have the fritters to whip my cream, Ned
"I cad whib your cream with one had deading the dough"
Cannot-Caddo-Cannot-Caddo-Cannot-Cad...
Cold-ridden, frustrated customer Homer Simpson:
DOUGH!! There they dough again, Baaarge!...
What life offers
A sweet confectionery
Decide the glazing
There was a murder in the bakery,
But all that was left was Doe, you see.
I love the egg custards, the apricot Danish,
And the warmed up apple dumpling.
And I especially love the creamy rolls,
Filled with that special something.
Do you like your apple crumble or,
Is your favourite coconut cream?
Is it the cherry crumb biscuit, lemon meringue,
Or a lemon supreme?
If you love indulging on all sorts of muffins,
The blueberry, carrot or bran,
And then dining on all the beautiful cakes,
If your favourite’s the Spanish flan.
Then I believe we should go on a date,
To the biggest bakery we can find.
We can have the greatest restaurant meal,
Leaving meat and three veg behind.
Generic Love For The Bakery Couple
butcher went to bed with his cookie cutter
and baker opened her oven for his flutter
a recipe mix and bake
generic love to shake
dough rises bringing cake mold to shutter
connie pachecho
8/4/17
Honeycomb pans preheat in the sun;
filled of warm nectar so sweet;
confection made by bees.
Cooperation among honey bees;
bakers collaborating with sun;
produce oozing nectar, sugar-sweet.
Natures flowers, filled with liquid, sweet
thanks to numerous, hard working honey bees
crafted in an oven of radiating sun.
A sweet tooth has ancient sun;
Sol bakes flowing rivers, sweet;
with the help of his buddies, the bees.
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Form:
There was a chef famous for his quiche
Crowds came in and paid lots of baksheesh
Feds came into town
they busted his crown
for his quiche was sprinkled with hashish
Sound of hello by her voice
As a new customer i'm to her shop
Gone to buy a piece of cake
But asked her heart how much rate
She just gawked at me like i was a mad
I searched something deeply in her eyes
And she gave a frustrated fake smile
Then one of my friend ordered our wish
She asked us to wait for few minutes on chair
My heart replied without my permission
"for you i will wait life time my dear"
We left that Bakery later
but forgot to take my heart from there
This is what god written in first page of my tale
i don't know her name, so named her "Bakery Babe"
Intense smell of bread
Six o'clock in the morning,
wake us all to life...
Clouds swirling, bird circling
The Heavens rumbled, heaved a sigh
Ventured forth a lad, he bore no Cross
Through angry streets, refuse-tossed
Flies buzzed 'round him, fetid friends
Night air crackled, 'neath ammunition's lens
The lad strained hearts for a crust or crumb
Hope lay dormant, her voice struck dumb...
Bled dry, they covered him, face down in a gutter
War's verdict sealed, its unutterable utter
Sweet
Treat
Worthy of
The best bakery
Dutch sugar letters
Almond flavored
Fantastic
Lovely
Warm
daily I went to Roldan' bakery
task that I performed with mastery
it rained the bag of bread wet...
to solve it I doffed my shirt
bread safe... was applauded for bravery