Baker and baxter fell into love
between the kneading and the pulling,
the sunrise and its snub.
At the wedding of the prince
and his beautiful bride
they laughed with mischief
as they stuffed the pies.
Berry by berry,
hand-picked from the vine,
they fired the ovens and shared a chalice of wine.
They are old now,
that was ages ago,
but their children share his eyes
and her patience with dough.