Gingerbread Men Poem by Mark Heathcote

Four sons baking made
Gingerbread men
The two youngest prayed
That when they woke-up
They wouldn't all be gone
For what they'd made
For what they'd made.
They'd had—none
They were right to pray
For all the chocolate coated
Ones had gone
And just-two remained out of
The eagerly, awaited, twenty-one
The eagerly, awaited, twenty-one
And just-two remained out of
The eagerly, awaited, twenty-one
The two left where without
There chocolate coats
So they weren't eaten cause-their coats
Were none
You lucky two, you lucky two
You lucky two
Gingerbread men.