Anonymous
Honey-Bun Treats
Karyn Indursky
Once upon a pumkin pie crust
sat Ms. Strawberry Muffit
tucking her honeybun babies
into their basket of cornbread.
Along came 5th Avenue and his homies
blasting his black licourice whistle
and Ms. Strawberry got disgruntled.
She took their whistles
after breaking them into bite size pieces
and the sweets began humming
as they flew into the trash.
Crying honeybunnies began
to roll on the table
where swirls of cinnemin sugar
blanketed them into slumber.
Sound alseep looking deliciously inviting
the Green Bean Giant ate them
for swirls of honey-bun treats.