Stolen

Every Sunday the bakery filled its carts
Piled with lots of tarts
Though one cold winter day
The bakery was robbed of its carts
Including all the tarts
Taking all hope away
The owner of the carts
wished for the safe return of the tarts
Upon the door
The baker reported the stolen tarts
and the stolen carts
It turned out to be one hell of a chore
To search for the tarts and carts.