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
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