The Cherry On The Bun Poem by Jack Worsfold

The cherry on the bun

Hey, I always take a moment, to savour whats to come
Don't ever grab the cherry before you taste the bun
You can savour perfect english, or inperfect pretty prose
Or grab a baggy handful of both at once I now suppose

But words pour deep from those who sleep twixt what we see today
And what to one or anyone must look like silly tapestry
All words tangled or near mangled munched and crunched like dark green goo
With simplicity, electricity forms from words like 'me' 'I' and 'you'

Simple pleasures, no half measures, grab life, grab words anew
and watch as people smile along as with new fertile minds you screw
Poetry is majesty to say a word is vow, and each uttered noun with ne'r a frown is like jack's swaps from beans to cow...

Take up a fight yes another one mix pentameter with verse
and do it thus with the rest of us with scant need to er' rehearse
One word will get you one fine day you'll be laid back shown against the sun
And realise with huge surprise the cherry was outshone by the bun