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!

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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

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