Magic Biscuit

Written by: Vincent Procopio

It’s a Magic Biscuit
Tender, flaky
Round of course
Golden contours
Awaiting hungry, stretching lips

The Magic Biscuit
Answers many riddles
And asks a few, too…
“How will I taste?”
“Will my flavor and texture
please you?”
“Are you thankful for me?”

All to be revealed in due time
To those deemed worthy…
Both fawning supplicants
And flinty-eyed riddlers
Certainly welcome to apply

The Magic Biscuit
Provides, heals, teaches
Sometimes scolds…
Accepts


Behold the Magic Biscuit
Symbol of Hope