Pastry World

“baker, baker—

give me some sugar!”

screamed the young lad on his

way to his mother’s flower shop.

“try a cup of this,”

said the baker back,

throwing a cupful of lust and

pleasure in his face.

“gimme more, gimme more!”

the boy said so eager to

take in more worldly sugar

for his heart to digest.

“sorry,” said the baker,

“we’re sold out of that sugar.”

she knew she’d hook him good

then left him hanging on solely hope.

“I’ll try for some next door,”

the boy proceeded—right as

that angry baker shut

him out of her pastry world.