Poem-Pastry maker

Pastry Maker

Apparently you will meet him when your not looking
To be honest Ive stopped thinking about
Fucking altogether
I’d rather think about the

weather!

For instance, I never think about sucking big cocks in gazebos
on my knees in nice frocks

No, No
the thought never crosses my mind,
the man for me has become increasingly hard to find!
Social graces, in the embraces of unsuitable and plain stinking breaths,
I’m looking for mr right but I just can’t see

one day I realised he could be waiting for me
probably not here
but on the other side of the world making pastry’s and tea
or something?
free from all the hum drum up your bum re-a-lity
or something?

I decided to swim there Ill pack my lunch in my hair
I’ve got to find him and hide him
claim him and chain him
my sweet pastry maker
role me out and cut me into heart shapes
cook me and eat me up
yum yum I thought.

Praps I ought to have rang first?

how rude to arrive unannounced
looking like such a flounce!

Im swimming towards the sunset
stiff upper lip still not wet
I try to stop myself ranting and begin chanting.

ooh arhh Pastry Maker
ooh arhh Pastry Maker
ooh arhh Pastry Maker
ooh arhh Pastry Maker

ooh arhh Pastry Maker
ooh arhh Pastry Maker
ooh arhh Pastry Maker
ooh arhh Pastry Maker.