Another poem by CJ
I don’t want to take the last biscuit
By CJ
I don’t want to take the last biscuit
But it’s sitting there staring at me
And it’s all alone on the doily
It has been since we started tea
The others don’t seem to have noticed
Or are they all eyeing it up?
Perhaps I should secretly snatch it
The next time I refill my cup
I’ve grabbed it. It’s mine for the tasting
Its custard cream filling to savour
Now nobody else can be tempted
So really I’ve done them a favour















That means I have to eat either the Magnum or the Crunchie Blast ice cream lollies
11/05/06 @ 22:25