Now jutta is the master,
she baked up the whole thing;
a place for obscurities to flock,
with delicious cream-cheese rings.

Now the only thing a 1/2baker needs,
is a keyboard and a cause;
and the only time he's happy,
is when he's on the lap of Sorta Clause.

Now 'bakers, think upon this,
before you do what I have done;
I tried for one too many croissants
at the House of the Rising Bun.

With one hand in the custard,
My wakefulness to sustain,
I'm going back to the halfbakery,
to rack my misused brain.

There is a site in cyberspace,
They call the halfbakery,
it's been the lure of many a strange soul;
and I know that one is me.