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The Baker Post by :jrtrot Category :Poems Author :Clarence James Dennis Date :October 2011 Read :3354

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The Baker

I'd like to be a baker, and come when morning breaks,
Calling out, "Beeay-ko!" (that's the sound he makes)--
Riding in a rattle-cart that jogs and jolts and shakes,
Selling all the sweetest things a baker ever bakes;
Currant-buns and brandy-snaps, pastry all in flakes;
But I wouldn't be a baker if . . .
I couldn't eat the cakes.
Would you?

(The end)
Clarence James Dennis's poem: Baker

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