Keep your hands off my biscuit’s she peeled the Jammie Dodger
from the tin and don’t go all Bela Lugosi on me as he adjusted
his cravat and whispered “ain’t touched nothing but your chin”
she grabbed his handle by the spout thanking it a ferret’s
with a pink nose an enthusatic old soul hungry for a clam
the Jammie Dodger rattled in the tin like a mouse trapped
in a drum as the tin clattered against the linoleum
“ain’t touched nothing but your chin”
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Hi Atticus,
The poem looks cute and made my day. The care just no one can show in few lines.
How was your day?
Jessy Jacob ❤️
Thank you, Jessy.