is compact and whole

(serious folklore)

a soul

of a lifetime in its very own

a pin hole for time to come unknown


a quarter down

(with heads on crown)

many still around frown

like babies do when drown

in water frantic like a clown


what else are cakes for

(their exorbitant rate)

but for the baker’s own bread

stale summer sick baked in haste

taste too they do a dread


move on

(plead for some sense)

for offence is just in defence

burst these balloons will all burst

a tick tock time bomb for all its worth