Beaming crispy crescents
lying in a pile,
Hard resisting something
that looks like a smile )
The flaky bakey loveliness
sets many tums aflutter,
Possibly because they're made
with half a ton of butter.
Try not to look, to catch a smile
and focus on the bread,
But it's no use, I leave the shop
with five croissants instead.
(no prizes for guessing where we are at the moment…enjoying some sunshine and frequent visits to the Boulangerie :)