Ode to the Bear Claw (not the one attached to a bear)

Bearclaw

Oh doughy goodness
baked to perfection
filled with some yummy stuff
and topped with confection,

You call out to me from Panera next door
“You need me , you want me
I’m what you adore”.

I’ll send someone to get you when the line is not long,
I simply can’t help it when I hear your song.

Today I will give Weight Watchers a pass
and pray you don’t add an inch to my ass.

The end. A little larger end.

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