The Bohemian Baker Kneaded Love Always Poem by Chuy Amante

the odd one who runs not with the pack
does her magic while she's on crack
in her laboratory, in her glory
in the kitchen she shines

she pours in more love
than sugar or flour
she is mighty
building a fondant tower

each ingredient blessed
and loved very well
into the oven and, oh the smell!

the bohemian baker is where we line up
a basket of pie and breads for sup

she not from here, the old ones say
thank god for that
she does live life
her way