On the counter 2 more soggy hamburger buns,
and both of them are reciting puns.
Talking hamburger buns, I've seen everything,
next thing you know they'll be starting to sing.
This time I was expecting to see a cowboy hat,
but I guess them soggy buns ain't ready for that.
They say I have no choice in the decision they make,
ignorant hamburger buns, that takes the cake.
I take them out into the sunlight to dry,
they both glared out me like I could die.
Reincarnation, we'll decide to be what we want,
and for right now, that's going to be a croissant.......
Jim AKA Rapid-Fire Publisher/Editor of WRITE ON!! Poetry Magazette