Buns Poems - Poems about Buns

Warring kiddies hiss like snakes and stick out forked tongues; They disagree on who started the fight first; both y e l l i n g..."Liar!" Parents fish for the truth, sandwiched between the crosstalk. ...

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I am but a mortal man, Unable to fathom the depths of a buns honey. Its glaze runs deep, Like oceans uncharted and unknown. But I long for its taste, To immerse myself in the mysteries of its sensual desire. To taste the sweet of its icing, To bask in the glow of its pure white glaze. For a bun is like that...

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The Cinnamon Bazooka Bun is an ardent dough a pound of sticky heat that dissolves the tongue in an ****** of butter. There is an uncertain pantless fervor here in the parked Impala, a craven pursuit of the spiral core, winding mounds of sacchariferous frit A cop drives by--and we shrink in our non-chalance our frosted, reunion-phased glaze betrays no...

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I watched 'Buns of Steel' 'cos I wanted the real deal Did all the exercises Brooked no compromises But when I sneaked a little feel My hot cross buns began to peel...

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i remember the taste of your br east's milk but didn't want to drink black coffee coffee straight makes me wince but since you we're there i utterly wanted to use you and kneaded to because your yeast was rising to being ready to bake but i suppose i just like to loaf...

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The bees swarmed to dripping honey, and love's illusion is not so funny when the rabbit in the hutch backs away from your very touch. Today he is afraid that you chose him for your maid and the reproductive status hump is lost in desperations malice lumps. With no offspring to...

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The scent of cinnamon buns and childhood, big, fluffy, soft, a tad sweet- oh delight; mother made the best so ooey-gooey and good, warm from the oven topped with icing white; I could have eaten the whole pan in one bite. Mother made exactly six buns for each, there was one for me, my two sisters and brother; she would set...

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Anxiety will be alright, just believe in Christ, because he win always save, don't let those angry spirits drag you to your grave birth is so beautiful, as a gift from heaven, every baby grows up, and way later goes to heaven cities are so awesome, cities are so fun, where else could you get a ginormous...

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Guns Knife Cinnamon Buns Keep guns out of the hands of children Keep children out of the hands of guns Use a knife To butter cinnamon buns Cinnamon buns taste better baked Are not useful for robbing banks Guns don't kill people Cinnamon buns don't either Use a knife With butter to do it right...

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Grandad says that Easter isn’t funny You won’t find him at parties Dressed up as the Easter bunny He’ll not be scoffing chocolate eggs Or anything like that He’ll be putting on his Sunday best And dusting off his hat For Grandad is an Anglican Of serious intent Does bible study when he can And gave up cake for Lent He says that Jesus died for...

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I should have tattoos I should have a woman instead I carry a purse full of empty. Thats right-return me back to the womb away from Bad tv Bad people ...

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white sugared buns parted buttered await the knife lick the wayward blade...

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The casting crew look at you and their minds go in the gutter If you knew their thoughts, it would make you shudder Ernie feels left out without his rubber ducky Big Bird believes he can lay eggs, he tells himself maybe tonight I will get lucky You strut around with your Daisy Dukes to...

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