The soft light sponge makes me sing a song,
The fluffy, sweet icing melts on my tongue
The sweet but milky taste delights my palate;
It's too good to eat it at a fast pace,
It's designed to go down with grace!
So please, Go ahead and call me a bun,
Buns are sweeter than the sun,
But I'm the sweeter one.
Anyone would eat my sugar-coated top,
And why not?
I can delight anybody's appetite.
Go ahead! Refer to me as fat!
At least I enjoyed the taste of that!
But please remember, fat is an insult,
to my weight, and not to what I put
Inside my mouth.
It's rude, untrue, and disturbing,
Which is why I'm not listening to
you.
While you behave like a fool,
I will not respond because I'm
Way too cool.
I will sit here and enjoy my bun,
Because my happy song has just
begun.
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Comments (1)
Are we talking about the bun or the BUN getting phat. Didn't call you f a t. I jumped on this one cause it's talking about me. Love sweets way too much. Enjoyed this much.