Confession is good for the roll…

He was a roll,

Just some bread that was once kneaded,

Rolled up and made into a roll,

Nothing he had to confess,

Except how he smoked the occasional bowl…

He was used for sandwiches,

Each time having to be re-rolled,

When he found his mate,

Over he could have been bowled,

When she smiled it was heaven he did behold…

Time did pass as he developed the mold,

It was green and covered his bottom,

His mate in response did make him feel like gold,

It wasn’t long before his mate, as well getting old, did contract the mold…

Both were about to be put in the trash,

Instead they were fed to two mating birds,

They were still together causing the birds to get a rash,

On their way out the back end, they both again became one,

After falling into a bird feeder and making a big splash…

       © ed ~ 5/3/05

[I remain as ever, the clown with the upside down frown...]