Scrumptiously Sweet Chaos

Macaroons, cakes;

Flour makes bread;

A bakers touch;

Now you're dead.

A dozen cookies;

Wrapped up in a box;

No different from donuts;

Except at a loss.

No sugar;

Not sweet;

No rise;

Not yeast.

Baked your own ending;

Wrap it up with a bow;

Cupcakes, no icing;

Starting to know;

My death;

My end;

Is closer than I think;

For now;

For then;

Falling fast asleep;

Now sprinkles;

Not toppings;

No white roses red;

Falling fast asleep;

Tomorrow you'll be dead.

-R.W.