The danger with doughnuts
Is that they have no heart.
Postulations by pastries
Tend to fall apart.
Memoirs by muffins
Can be a crumby read,
And bagels are so boastful
It gets tiresome indeed.
Butter churns the rumor mill
While jam is always sweet.
Stale stuff may make you ill
As you stagger to the street.
The baker ate and ate and ate
Then he ate some more,
He tried to kiss the pastry chef
But got stuck inside the door!
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I can see little girls in pigtails skipping (tho here we call it jumping) rope to this ..
ReplyDeleteoh how hilarious... love it. damn, love the donuts too though.....
ReplyDeleteI don't know how you do this, but I am so grateful that you do, this is an amazing voodoo, the way you have with words and they way they have with you!!!
ReplyDeleteLove,
Gabi
This one's right up my street! Fun and fattening cakes - what a combination. :)
ReplyDeleteWhimsical..and true;)
ReplyDeleteI love a good maple bar....
ReplyDeleteWhen I'm depressed, I eat doughnuts.
ReplyDeleteWhen I'm stressed, I eat doughnuts.
When I'm hurting, I eat doughnuts.
Is it any suprise what has been on my kitchen counter all week?
Timely, as usual.
Thank you.
Oh I love it!! Thanks for the smiles :)
ReplyDeletehaha, that's why I eat jalapeno jelly on wheat crackers! :)
ReplyDeleteHumour, indeed!
ReplyDeleteDoughnuts are dangerous indeed.
ReplyDeleteDaryl, that's why I wrote it, of course! ;-)
ReplyDeleteHehe, willpower, Shads. (whatever that is!)
Aw thanks, Gabi, and I like how you put that. It definitely feels like a two way street.
Fattening, jinksy? Why didn't anyone tell me???? ;-)
Thanks, Lou. :-)
*orders Pheromone Girl a case of maple bars*
(((((((((((Kristin))))))))))
You betcha, Twin of mine! :-)
Sly girl, Kay!
How did that "u" get in there, MZ? I suspect fowl play! B-bawk!
Aren't they just, K?