GINGERBREAD MEN

GINGERBREAD MEN

By: Cynthia DiSciullo and William Zigmont

Just southwest of Middletown resided Gingerbread Fred

A plump and portly holiday treat who wore buttons of red

Loved and et all his vanilla crème

Causin’ screams from two m&m

“Help me… help… oops…my buttons popped!” he said

T’was a last Thursday before Christmas when Gingerbread Fred

Did something that sadly turned his cheeks quite embarrassingly red

As others slept he ate all the chocolate creme pie

A feat far too ambitious for a pastry guy

“I am so so sorry… forgive me for hurlin’ a pile-o-kisses,” he pled

The night before Christmas and there sat Gingerbread Fred

On a plate next to milk experiencing doom and real dread

He knew his fate

That to be ate

By Santa… gifts spread… our cookie bit and left for dead

Early Christmas morn there on a Lenox plate laid Gingerbread Fred

A chunk of his belly gone, he surveying the puddle of crumbs he bled

He sat up and smiled a licorice grin

Considering this was all a win-win-win

“Gifts for all… a treat for the big man… instant diet for me,” he said