Come Ye all, come on closer!
We've got song and joy!
I'm back as a bard with a story up my sleeve,
about a gingerbread girl and a boy!
I've been away for quite a while,
and man do I have a tale to tell!
So hear about this girl I met,
and how for her I fell!
s'was quite the brown eyed girl,
surrounded by bagels and cream cheese,
with little crumbs in her curls!
Inside the shop she stood with friends,
bus tickets clutched in her paw,
exchanged them for I know not what she did,
amidst my bemusement and guffaws!
The seasons passed and there again I stood,
In the same old bagel shop,
with smell of baking still around her,
back into my life she popped.
I looked for her high and low,
until her page I found,
a morning walk was tempered with some coffee,
and her brimming love for hounds.
She blew me hot she blew me cold,
till my nerves began to snap,
and in that shop with all the cream cheese,
upon her I sprung the trap.
She fell for it before she knew it,
Hook, line and sinker!
And before she could say 'help' she was hooked,
with no one around to save her!
And now we lie and watch the world go bye,
and satiate our lust;
the ginger bread girl still smells of baking,
while the fateful shop's gone bust.
