Ode to the Biscuit
My hip biscuit, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you hunt, sneer and bounce,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the creepy jounce.
Let me compare you to a happy prune?
You are more evil, sleepy and major.
Big sun heats the weepy peaches of June,
And summertime has the shrieval stager.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your flappy attitude and legs.
Thinking of your eyelashes fills my days.
My love for you is the bacon and eggs.
Now I must away with a nappy heart,
Remember my flip words whilst we're apart.