Buns Everywhere!
Buns, buns everywhere,
Good to eat,
And in your hair.
Various buns, buns galore,
Beef, Bath, Boston–
And so many more.
They’re in the oven,
Are babies too,
Baker’s dozen just for you.
Buns, buns everywhere,
Cheese, honey, cinnamon,
Many flavors not hard to bare.
Steamed, sticky and wheat–
So much yum,
Just add meat.
Leavened or unleavened,
With spices, fruits, and nuts,
Sad, a good name defamed by butts.
Copyright 2015 Michael H. All Rights Reserved
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Love this, best poem about buns ever! I really want to eat some now.
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Am hungry now 🙂 Am still a poetry Virgin so will not be doing poems for the blog battles. Good poem 🙂
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This is making me want buns… Good poem. 🙂
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So many wonderful buns to choose from. What would it be like working in a bakery. Besides the hard work, I believe it would be heaven ❤ ❤ The smells that come with this poem have me over the moon.
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Wonderful expression of feelings!!
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Wasn’t that great! 🙂
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Ya
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That last line! TEEHEEHEHE
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