Short Bun Poems
Short Bun Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bun by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bun by length and keyword.
There was once a man from Thomaston
He called his wife honey bun
His knee joint went out
In pain he did shout
Viagra's no longer number one
Stan Jex would have had a great physique
only problem was it wasn't complete.
Doctors were confounded
totally dumbfounded
to discover Stan had only one cheek.
I placed her gently in the oven,
my yeasty buttered bun.
Has, happiness, she found,
as she's toasted, golden brown,
as I, myself, have done,
baking in the morning sun?
white milky moon bloom
dazzles eyes of peace questers
oozes odium
August 23, 2020
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Little kitty sitting on a fabric bun,
What is that your little paws are on?
A little fishy made of blue,
it's clear it means a lot to you.
Little puppy friend by your side,
open expression, nothing to hide.
How adorable you are, all of you,
You, your fishy, and your puppy friend, too.
Field with display of green catkins in the candlelight
From the hidden chamber the dormant hair-bun loosened
Foam and current from the sea through the fidgety foliage
Night in a machination to summon the lightning clouds
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September 9, 2025
I was damaged with a heart like ice.
You entered my life and in a trice
had melted my frozen layers
one by one. I've become
hot as a furnace next
your skin, my soul
twin. Let's begin
to live as one,
my dearest
honey
bun.
How I love my honey bun,
soft and buttery,
warm and swirled with cinnamon,
frosted heavily.
Glaze that stays right on my plate -
watch me drizzle it
over all my sweet dessert –
every little bit!
You can bake one up for me.
You could make a ton!
Then I’d call you happily
my sweet honey bun.
April 14, 2020
for Caren Krutsinger's Write A Rhyming Poem For Fun Poetry Contest
I found the white butter bun,
My eyes tasted it within a glance;
Why mind craved with my tongue
For a tasty hunt...
My eyes tried to swallow the
Silky butter bun,
My almond eyes focused on the topest bun
It's hanging near the blue wide roof..
Among the white cotton candies.
My little fingers pointed the butter bun,
"I want it "
My order vanished with a reply:
You wanna eat the Moon?
I saw it, I touched it, I bought it
It looked like it, smelled like it, felt like it
But ooh! when I tasted it,
Something was missing.
Was it spice? Was it sugar?
Aahh, I got it!
The molasses, where was the molasses?
I think it's for the next batch.
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(Inspired while driving from Placencia to Belize, from Margery's 70th bash at
Robert's Grove.)
(c) 9/28/15, Poem done by: Iris, Ellie, Sylvia and her sister