"bakewell" poems
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!
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
He’s got a bagel on his head,
Not a Cornish Pastie, nor a slice of bread;
Not a Singin’ Hinny, nor a Bacon Roll,
Not Bedfordshire Clanger nor Toad-in-the-Hole;
Black Buns from Scotland pass him by,
No Jammy Rascals, nor Stargazy Pie;
No Bakewell Tarts, and no Teisen Lap,
No Apple Dumplings adorn his cap;
No scones from Devon spread with cream and jam;
Just a crispy bagel full of cheese and ham.
Bagels are the coolest, bagels are the best:
Up with the bagels and down with the rest.
Onwards and upwards, long may it be said:
He’s got a bagel on his head.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
He’s got a bagel on his head (February 28 2017).
He’s got a bagel on his head,
Not a Cornish Pastie, nor a slice of bread;
Not a Singin’ Hinny, nor a Bacon Roll,
Not Bedfordshire Clanger nor Toad-in-the-Hole;
Black Buns from Scotland pass him by,
No Jammy Rascals, nor Stargazy Pie;
No Bakewell Tarts, and no Teisen Lap,
No Apple Dumplings adorn his cap;
No scones from Devon spread with cream and jam;
Just a crispy bagel full of cheese and ham.
Bagels are the coolest, bagels are the best:
Up with the bagels and down with the rest.
Onwards and upwards, long may it be said:
He’s got a bagel on his head.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
He’s got a bagel on his head (February 28 2017).
He’s got a bagel on his head,
Not a Cornish Pastie, nor a slice of bread;
Not a Singin’ Hinny, nor a Bacon Roll,
Not Bedfordshire Clanger nor Toad-in-the-Hole;
Black Buns from Scotland pass him by,
No Jammy Rascals, nor Stargazy Pie;
No Bakewell Tarts, and no Teisen Lap,
No Apple Dumplings adorn his cap;
No scones from Devon spread with cream and jam;
Just a crispy bagel full of cheese and ham.
Bagels are the coolest, bagels are the best:
Up with the bagels and down with the rest.
Onwards and upwards, long may it be said:
He’s got a bagel on his head.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
In that incredible moment
Nothing could take away the fact
That I could finally stand there and say
**I've watched enough mornings
I've cried enough evenings
I've had enough birthdays
To know what I want**
And mean it
As I had my cake and ate it too
I felt the warm gaze of the entire ballroom
And heard their loving applause
Echoing in my ears
Unleashed was the glory
I'd somehow always had
I don't think I've ever been quite so glad
To accept the cherry on top
For exactly what it is
Savour every bit
Take care to not care
Although it might be far away
It will still be there
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
were extinct is this country once, have been brought back from holidays
abroad.
he said.
they smell of almonds and so does bakewell **** with jam and coconut.
and arsenic.
two on a slide to enlarge,male and female, slightly pink and quite pretty.
i can see his doins without the lens. they live in beds you know, he said.
if infested one must be fumigated by the pest people, with some fumes.
i took a photo, yet wobbled in my enthusiasm so it did not work well.
i told the lady on the bus about them and she said yes she thought she
had them once and cleaned incessantly.the doctor said it was gnats
that had bit her.
she said she never puts her suitcase on beds while on a holiday, abroad.
sbm.
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC