Making gingerbread
In the shape of men
Is magic
Is danger
Is terrible when
They're cooked in an oven
Hotter than hell
And when they get out
Well...
They'll hunt you
They'll eat you
You'll be their dessert
And then
Cos they're naked
They'll try on your shirts!
I've just made this poem up on the spot in reply to a tweet by my very lovely friend Bella_Higgin. She'd baked 16 gingerbread men and they were overrunning her kitchen! It made me smile, so I thought I'd share it here. You can follow Bella, author of the spellbinding Bella Morte series, on twitter yourself. She's fun and fab. Her username is the same as her Wattpad one (Bella_Higgin).
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