Gingerbread man why look so sad?
Is it because I’m about to devour your head?
There’s nothing like a tasty limb ,
I think that’s where I’ll begin.
Turn that frown into a smile,
I’ll let you keep that for a while.
Mmm…buttons,shiney one by one,
What do you know they’re all gone!
No ginger pants?it’s a good job,
’cause now we’d see your bits and bobs,
bye bye,you where good to know,
But now it is time for you go.
Scrumptious,yummy,delicious friend.
This is your sweet and sticky end.
No your death was not in vain,I’d say,
This gingerbreadman didn’t get away.

This poem was written/submitted by lynne hannah cannon.