The Gingerbread Man
The gingerbread man sleeps in the pan
Until the spatula comes, and the hand -
To snap off his crackling, new-born limbs
No end to human appetites - and whims ...
He's stuck there, broken, on the baking pan -
Little doughy, cooked - little doughy man ...
He'll feel every bite, now counted with dread -
Until finally, someone bites off his head!
Now that he knows, he hopes death will be swift -
"Bite through my neck, and bring me death's gift!"
"On this sheet, I'll live as fully as I can" ...
A very short life, for a gingerbread man!
Copyright © Kristi Thrush | Year Posted 2007
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