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Town of Bakewell

by michael-robert-triska

The town of Bakewell is under siege, gingerbread men are running free. The bakers scream. Oh please, oh please save us our brave king, but the brave king is at a loss, for no one in the court has a thought. When in the back of the court a small voice did say, I will save the town my way. My boy, my boy what will you do. I will eat my way through, I love gingerbread and so do you. The gingerbread men screamed and yelled, oh please, oh please don't eat us our brave king. But it was too late, the  boy and king had gobbled their fill! Oh my brave boy you have saved Bakewell!
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michael-robert-triska
51 / M
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Written by
michael-robert-triska
51 / M
Published
Feb 21, 2017
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It's going into my nursery rhymes book. It's part of a table top game I am writing called The saviors of Bakewell?

Michael Robert Triska copyright 2017

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#boy#brave#rhyme#king#bake#nursery#baker#bakers#gingerbread
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