I love the crumbliness of my biscuit
Its sweet textured taste, covered with jam
I savor the moment I am with my biscuit
I sit back and relax if I can
Put my feet up and think of nothing but the biscuit
Nothing but its taste and I hope my children don’t find me
The thought makes me feel disgraced
They are outside playing; I hope they don’t come in
Well not until I’ve had my biscuit
Or they’ll want one too and my head will start drumming
Oh leave me be with my biscuit
Oh leave me alone for a while
I like to eat this little bit of luxury in style
Now my biscuit is gone and done, I realized I wasn’t relaxing
My thoughts turned onto the children, my thoughts were over reacting
Oh well, maybe next time, like when they are at school
I can spare five minutes, to not react at all
Sitting back down with my biscuit when they are doing math
That’s what I’ll do tomorrow, whilst I have my bath
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