ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Just before the day is started, right before the rising sun,
He starts each early morning, with a cinnamon frosted bun,
And then he turns his attention, to the work which must be done,
He punches the rising bread dough, and sets it to rise one more time,
The scones are coated with sugar, the pies are displayed in a line,
The donuts are frosted and warm, they all will be gone before nine,
The life of a baker is sweet, when others around are asleep,
He has the whole place to himself, his passion for sweets is quite deep,
No one will suspect what he’s done, for under the rug he will sweep,
Evidence of his addiction, will undoubtedly go unknown.
Except for the obvious proof, of the way his belly has grown,
His profits will suffer for sure, but the bakery he does own.