The Fool and the Baker

A poem for my dear, sweet, Mother!

The fool of hearts was quick with a knife,

The baker was caught by surprise,

The jester crept with jovial creeps,

And thrust the blade with a turn clockwise.

The baker collapsed

For he had met his maker,

But sadly for him,

His trick had no taker.

And so I said to the baker,

”You're not dead, you're a faker!”

”But if that's your wish,”

”Then I’ll oblige…”