There once was a skilled maker of sweets
whose buyers would line up down the street.
He was just bones and skin.
"How are you so thin?"
asked a man buying boxes of the treats.
This sweets bakery (cukrászda) was painted in a festive lime green, but with the stark shadows of a winter’s afternoon writing on the wall, it still looked a bit creepy to me.
Plus, is it just me, or is that font a bit unsettling?