at Baker's Street
laid a little red shack
selling freshly baked pies
(always at five but not at two)
an assortment of pastries there was;
a fluffy meringue
filled with whipped apricot cream
apple mounded pie crust
covered with latticed cream
frangipane spread with gelatinous jam
of enriched almonds
each giving an enticing fragrance of its own
tantalizing in sight
saliva inducing in mouth
in essence
the little red shack
was the limelight
of Baker's Street
hundreds if not thousands
flooded the street
day to day
for that little red shack
unable to get in line
there i was
stopping by
at the salient green store instead
though it went by unnoticed
i thought to myself -
donuts can't be that half bad!
