Biscuitz
What will I choose?
I run home after my dayI run back home for tea.The kettle is on, I kick off my shoesA plate full of biscuits awaits me.I examine the beauty of the single plateI hear my joy inside me, screamMy eyes scan the chocolate chip cookiesAnd the humble custard cream.My thoughts are jumbled - which should I choose?From my tea I take a swigJaffa Cakes, or the beautiful roll;Golden pastry with a sundried fig?Jammy Dodgers, Pink Panth...
