Who twists the barley sugars?
Then cuts them up so neat
Who dusts them all with sugar?
That tastes so very sweet
Why does our local sweet shop
Always keep them in a jar
Why can we always have some?
When we go out in the car
What makes them go all sticky?
As the sugars sucked away
What caused my bag to have just six?
When I had ten yesterday
Where do my friends all come from?
When I open up a bag
Where did they get the signal?
Or has someone got a flag
When the last two in my pocket
Get all covered up with fluff
I take a final look at them
And I know I’ve had enough
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think this one is so cute! I love how you speak about food. But your making me hungry again! LOL Ten again Sir David! Linda