Jake R. the Baker

Jake R. was a great cake maker
Called the best baker in the land
But Jake R., he was a cake faker
His cakes were made of rocks and sand

Why Jake R. was called a great baker
Is a story you might demand
To make this known I must take-r
You back in time, you understand?

When Jake. R became a baker
His cakes, they were quite bland
"My money back now, Jake R."
Was his customer's command

But Jake R.'s mind did break there
And from his shop he banned
The one cake partaker
Who didn't understand

So now Jake R. is awaker
If calling him out you planned
You would be quite the mistaker;
He's got a pistol in his hand

The End

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