Three small poems

The first two, are from a story. That, I'm working on. Called "the line of cooks".

 Bake the rolls, fetch the butter,

warm the creme, brew the tea,  

 now a tray, and then some cups, 

 this Callbrona is very very slow, 

 she's very very slow

The cakes the cakes,   

 don’t forget the cakes, 

 make them, bake them, 

 o don’t let them burn, 

all of which your bad at   

all of whi  

The second one, wasn't finished because of the way, the story went. 

GREEN Marine BEANS

 

 A green marine went floating by, 

and in that marine was a bunch of beans, 

a green marine with a bunch of beans.

  Now that is a site to see to see,

a bunch of green marine beans.

The green marine had a big huge mirror,

 with a big platform,

so when the beans danced,

they danced by the light of the mirror.

 A bunch of green marine beans,

dancing by the mirror.

 

Now that is a site to, see to see,

 see a bunch of green beans,

 that dace on top of a marine,

by the light of the moon   

 

I'm not sure that I like the, "Green marine beans". Because, I repeat  my self so much.