Bakery Shop

A joke poem I wrote to my friend. The prompt was "A pastry baker who could only make one type of pastry that everyone loves."

Kerry smiled as she looked up at her booming bakery shack. There once was a time where customers it lacked. She looked back at the time where people wouldn’t come, And she had no idea what had to be done. She loved to bake and bake a lot, But the taste of the pastries she paid no thought. Until one day, a man came to help, Due to all the s****y reviews on Yelp. He tasted each pastry, and spent hours sick, And he criticized her, much like a dick. One day, he tasted her muffins, And he was hooked like McStuffin’s. “These are amazing! Simply divine!” Kerry suddenly had hope, after her business was in decline. She stocked the shelves, with different breads, And changed her clothes, got new threads. She continued to enjoy to bake all day, But worldwide, people would come to stay. Breads, cakes, and pastries lined the shelf But what everyone bought was the muffins for themself. So in the end, Kerry’s shop stayed open For all the muffins, lined with weed for the tokin.