Stealing Buns

Hey all! I’m back with my next set of alouettes. Enjoy!

I remember,once,
While purloining buns
From the kitchen butlery,
Mother interfered,
Held me by my ear,
I didn’t attempt flattery.

“Why bother stealing,
‘Stead of requesting?”
“Would ye hand ’em over?” I asked.
“I was hungry,yet
A bun I didn’t get!”
She blinked,didn’t take me to task.

“If you need devour
You need never scour
The pantry,toiling away,
When I’d give you buns
If you’d ask me once!”
I had nothing more to say.

-The Forgers of Fantasy

P.S: This has been penned for #TankaTuesday,where the theme of the month has been chosen to be “Memories: Sweet and Sour”. You can access the prompt at .

For more such poems,you can refer The Forgers of Fantasy

17 thoughts on “Stealing Buns

  1. I knew an older gent – could afford all he’d ever want. But still sought to steel.
    As I helped him occasionally I set him straight and said I’d not help if he stole again!
    At least from then on, when with me he didn’t seek ten finger discounts!

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  2. Pingback: #TankaTuesday #Poetry Stars No. 258 | #ThemePrompt: Memories-Sweet & Sour – Word Craft: Prose & Poetry

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