Short Baker Poems
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There was a fat baker called Bill
whose store stood high on a hill
he lived down below
and when it would snow
he slid on a tray for a thrill.
once a breadmaker named peas
his shop it smelled of stale cheese
so patrons complained
and a court arraigned
he'd open after a breeze.
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.
The pi that’s of math has its day,
But that of the baker, no way.
Though both are quite round,
Less merit is found,
In pies that in stomachs do lay.
Major League Baseball Manager, Dusty Baker.
He's a great character and a playmaker.
In San Francisco, a World Series loser.
In Houston, a World Series Winner.
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?
she is
an ever-glowing
pink rose
in winter
with
sun-kissed
petals
her diamond
quill flickers
gold across
the cosmic
canvas
of soupers
baker's white apron
rising yeast
kneading fluffy buns
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Submitted on October 3, 2018 for contest BAKER'S DOZEN sponsored by MAUREEN MCGREAVY - RANKED 2ND
Santa Baker was the best chef in the house.
We like his remnants the best said his mouse.
Mrs. Claus did not mind, she did not like to bake.
Santa’s specialty was a Chocolate mint Christmas cake.
RIP Jim Baker
Here lies, old Jim Baker.
Drank like a fish, this dude was no Quaker.
Lighting a gas oven with no pilot light?
Jim was dispatched to heaven in a blazing,fiery flight!
4/19/2019
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?
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.
Tonight I received quite a nice surprise
So many comments, I was blinking my eyes
Bill Baker had so many encouraging things to say
~ As if he knew that today’s my 72nd birthday!
Bill, you sure have gotten my year off to a
wonderful start!
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
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.
In the stillness of morning while stars still shine, hints the new dawn
Wakes the baker of pastries and roosters’ cock-a-doddle-do
I need more sleep, says the baker …time for a fresh rooster pie!
5-23-2020
Let the Pens Flow - Sijo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
Baker
of fresh baked goods
cakes, pies, tarts, doughnuts, more
placed outside his store in glassed shelves,
customers stood outside his door, until--
he opened up and sold galore,
till there was none to sell,
sorry said the,
baker.
2019 September 27
howmanysyllables
2R,4,6,8,10,8,6,4,2R
looking for
just the right dirt
looking to
make brown sugar
mud
finding
so adding sweat
and spit and coming
along to take
on shape
kneading
doughish
needing
drips or
drops
more
to keep wet
pliable from
a bun to a
mud
pie
i create as
i speak to
try to make
a likeness
of you
my precious
Form:
A man who baked bread went out every day
Selling his wares to all who could pay
And freely donating to all who could not.
Such was the man: he gave as he got.
“Just as God’s grace,” he often would say,
“Is given to me, so I give away.”
And giving, he got, and great was his worth.
A treasure in heaven if not here on earth.
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
Sweet Sarah got ready to bake
A sticky rich dark ginger cake
Her flour was appaulin’ -
vile weevils were crawlin’
to use it would be a mistake!
Those weevils could make her cake sour
So Sarah gets rid of that flour
She emits a cus
Then hops on a bus…
She’s baking in less than an hour
For Barry with my love
08/20/20
The echoes in cartoons,
The sermons in static,
How every chorus begs us
To wake, or vanish.
Maybe God is a director.
I don’t know.
But the script is too perfect,
And the extras too hollow,
Like the background forgot
How to breathe on its own.
There goes the Baker.
Popping pills in his blue buggy
with one red ball and another blue dangling from the rear view.
Do you want to borrow my turkey baker?
I have my own I said to the pushy Quaker
You do? That’s news, are you sure? asked my guest
She kept on pushing until I finally agreed to a test.
Let’s exchange turkey basters, I said at last.
I am talking about a turkey baker, she said fast.
She sent him over and he baked our entire meal.
Not popping him in the oven was a part of the deal.
The Baker’s glazed the brush today
the vine, the grass, the trees
He’s covered every conifer with
protection from the breeze
The Baker’s glaze like clear egg white
drips sugar upon every twig
His frosting covers the mountainsides
no boulder is to big.
He top-dressed all the architecture;
He’s polished the asphalt.
The Baker’s glazed the world today
He’s given it much thought.
The moon decided to learn
how to bake,
And stirred up a giant and
starry- filled cake!
He used the soft clouds for a
bowl of white dough,
And baked it all night with a
warm, glowing glow.
He added a scoop of the
deep ocean blue,
And decorated with shiny,
bright comets and dew.
When the sun woke up
bright, the moon took a
peek,
And fed all his crumbs to the
birds in the creek!