A Baker's Line Poem by Kevin Maroney

A baker in the baker's line,
just like others, right on time.
He turns it one and fires it true,
to only some's woe and rue.

A baker in the baker's line,
makes another right on time,
He bakes it up and turns it round,
yet here it's smaller, less straight sound.

A baker of the baker's line,
makes another on time.
He makes it up and turns it round,
but here it's different, less profound.

A maker of the baker's line,
makes something in some time.
He steps it up and makes his own,
what is this, just rotten calzone?

Someone in the baker's line,
makes nothing right on time,
a savage down to his last face,
makes a boon of his foul taste.

None will see him, none will buy.
He is falsey nothing, too bad he'll die.