A Bun Dance
An abundance of buns
Fill my thoughts and my mind.
A true definition
I hope I will find.
Take your partners: 1, 2, 3;
Come and share a bun with me…
Mary Berry’s first to dance:
On “bath buns” she will take her chance
Bath buns? They look too much like scones
“Thanks, but Mary, I’m afraid you’re gone…”
A hot cross bun steps on the floor:
“How about me?” comes his angry roar
“No fun? No bun!” comes my decree
“You are too bread-like for a bun to be!”
Next up, an iced bun sashays by
With a layer of icing, enticing to try:
“You don’t fool me!” I cry, irate,
“You’re a roll in a role- stay off my plate!”
A glut of cupcakes on a stand
Think they’ll win by popular demand
Many too garish, sickly, inedible
“Your unseating the bun is quite incredible!”
I turn in hope to other bakes:
The butterfly, ‘gem’ and fairy cakes.
“What’s in a name?” I hear you say…
Ah yes, but you’re made in a *”bun tray”!!
Thanks for the bun fun.
You may now take your seats.
Use “bun” where’er you like-
They’re your eats and your treats.
All things to all people;
A rich source of puns.
I’ve finished the dance;
I’ll sit here on my buns
*’Mary Berry 100 Cakes and Bakes” p48