The Story of A Bun

This is the story of a bun,
who sadly never got any fun.
It never got a wiener,
because a bun should be cleaner.

This bun had fuzz,
eat it and you would die.
Accompanied by the gentle buzz,
of her neighbour the fly.

She lived under a bed,
that to most smelled dead,
she did not care,
for this was home,
to bun and her friend the hair!

Then one day a hand came down,
picked her up and washed her down.
Minutes passed,
but so did gas.
Soon there was sound and movement.
As the man came down and passed away.
Seems to me that along with the hair, the fly, this man was here to stay...

Don't ask I just felt like writing something stupid in my own words
~Its always good to change it up~
Oh and NO I did not eat a moldy bun this is a ficticious story.