Thursday 5 September 2013

In the Home

What does a bun think of,
As he watches the world?
Does he dream of green fields,
Or a burrow full of girls?

Is it carrots and parsley,
Are they served at his feet?
Or out growing in sunlight,
But ready to eat?

What does a bun think of,
When he sits all alone,
In the comfort and safety,
Of his man-made home?

"Hmmm...I wonder what I can con my human slaves into doing for me today?"