Biscuit

I love me a biscuit

That puts up a fight

Before surrendering

To the incessant attacks of incisors

And crumbles and powders-

A fortress in a siege, falling

Like Humpty Dumpty from a wall,

Or Jenga blocks stacked up too tall.

 

Who said victory isn’t sweet?

 

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