The Cakery Bakery
was considered a fakery,
by those in the know,
who knew.
But, it was nowt but a sham,
water for a dram,
and it’s frontage was slightly askew –
having been hung by a man named Hugh,
whose ladder was missing a rung.
It lasted a year
and one single day;
but, it was excessively clear
that the end it was near,
the time was nigh,
to leave.
And, by and by,
it did –
as there were none there left
to grieve.
Graeme Sandford 