Gingerbread

They put me on the bakin tray,
And told me to behave,
Then they closed the big glass door,
And I gave them a little wave.
The heat in there it was scourchin,
hotter than brazil,
Id have burned me poor dear nuts off,
If id had them still.
I simply had to escape,
But the question I asked was how,
Granny was at the kitchen sink,
The miserable snotty cow.
Well finally she open the big glass door,
And i breathed a sigh of relief,
Then I looked around me,
And saw the state of me pals,
Hard as rock and unedable,
Desitine for the rubbish bin,
With the chicken bones,
And remains of last nights roast beef.
Not for me I tell ya?
Out I hopped and ran,
If you want me you gota catch me,
Catch me if you can?
I runs right out the kitchen door,
And right down the cobbled lane,
I caught to bus to knowhere in particular,
And was never seen again!

Hey MW, amusing write. It started off rhyming well but drifted a bit. Funny piece just the same

ron

I love your imagination in this! Truly this is funny! EXALT.
The poor little gingerbread man. hahaha

Loved this write so much, this could have been in the childrens also lol ..... much enjoyed take on my favourite childrens story Kerry xx