There once was a baker who baked a big pie
Then launched said pie into the sky
It made a big arc
Flew off in the dark
The crowd shook their heads and waved bye
Poems about pie are so boring
But are more wholesome than those about whoring
And verses about tatas
Can cause many hahas
And lyrics about sex won't leave you snoring
There once was a wench and a baker
Tween' her buns he dreamt to take her
His desire was big
He showed her his rig
She thought it could easily break her
There once was baker and a wench
Whose fights caused quite a stench
As eggs and flour flew
One could hear, "Fuck you!"
And "Salope!" (cos the baker was French)