Our baker, he is an artist
Those lines on his Viennese whirls
Half dipped in hot melted chocolate
That covers the ripples and curls
Pork pies he moulds like a sculpture
Each topped off and crimped to perfection
So everyone looked like the others
For connoisseurs easy selection
His gallery fills every morning
With all different colours and sizes
Viewing and bought by collectors
Those works of art worthy of prizes
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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Is it lunch time out your way? This got my mouth watering! You keep it up Sir David and I think we are going to have you send us some of this great food you are always writing about! 10!