She spreads
And he butters
If he can't keep it up
As long as she is down
It's all gonna end
In burnt toast,
Her better side
On the floor
He'll get the door
I'll get the dough
But what does she knead
If I am the **** on a crescent roll,
Maybe
It's all baloney
I've got to go H.A.M
Cold turkey
Like she cuts carbs,
Temperature is rising
I'm crisp
Out the Oven
And into the fire,
I just cannot
Believe it
Is not margarine
Thin layers of fakery
Who's running this bakery?
Everything has come
A long way in the baking,
Is it melting or burning?
Don't know
Until you slice,
Take a bite
It'll be alright...

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Never a surer grasp
With her it's all flow,
No pistol whippin'
Just steering wheel grippin'
Flying high
Looking at the world below,
Even if the end is nigh
Always say hello
Loosen the clasp
On time,
Though my path
Is straight and true
I'd deviate
From discourse
Just for you,
No reason or rhyme
Or logical math,
Where we gravitate
There's no need for roads
Just bring your own source
Of happiness to the plate,
At the door leave the hate
Come on in the ambiance is fine
Don't mind the hearts on the clothes line...

APAD16 - 001 © okpoet