Biscuit break

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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One response to “Biscuit break

  1. I’ll be smiling all day now that I’ve read this! Every mom knows this feeling oh so well!

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