Not Hot Cross Buns Again!
by Carolyn Eldridge-Alfonzetti
At Easter Mum bakes special buns —
they’re warm and soft and sweet.
But with those piped white crosses
come some things this kid won’t eat.
The shiny glaze Mum brushes on,
I think is kind of icky.
It makes the buns look like they’re wet
and leaves my fingers sticky.
The shriveled-up sultanas
look like flies cooked in the dough.
I pick them out for our dog, Rex
(Shhhh. Mummy doesn’t know!)
Those buns would be much nicer, too,
without mixed peel and spice.
If you ask me, next Easter,
hot cross doughnuts would be nice!
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #12