The butcher is neat
but also discrete.
He’ll cut a potato with flair.
Our baker is known
for pies that he’s thrown,
but bakes with the greatest of care.
not a wax faker,
brings light to the dark, everywhere.
So into the tub,
A strangely odd trio that’s bare!
Writing about a trio for a Trifecta prompt, my mind lapsed into fairy-tale land. I couldn’t help writing my own take on the Mother Goose rhyme. This might be a fun one to grow in the future. For now, I’ll let it stand on it’s own.
Ironically, this is poem entry #333 in my log. It won’t mean much to most, but it should ring a bell with Trifectans.