Boomerang Buns: A Hot Friday Poem

Inspired by the hot-cross bun that made me cross earlier, when it left a sticky residue on my fingers, that demanded to be washed off. The unwanted interruption forced me to abandon my laptop for five minutes! How inconvenient!


Be they hot,

or be they cross,

they all say the same to me:

Pick us up, and to you we’ll stick,

because we’re sickly sweet – like glue!


Be they hot,

or be they cross,

they all say the same to me:

Heed by us, even if you’re sick,

because we’re nearly through – with you!


Yes, I’m hot,

and maybe cross,

but you’re all the same to me:

Cast me off, but I’m no old stick –

be sure I’ll come right back …

for you!


Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019


Image by alisonyo from Pixabay

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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