Broken Biscuit People
The world is full of broken biscuit people
Julie got pregnant on a whim
She said they used the withdrawal method
He withdrew in London while she was still in Manchester
It would bring them closer together, she said
So he moved to America to prove this theory
She decided he would be back when the whim was three
Where there's a whim, there's a way
Broken biscuit people are philosophical
It’s in their DNA
He’s coming back
Ten years gone he’s still coming back
Julie sat down with a cup of tea and her favourite digestives
The biscuit always tasted better when she dunked it into her tea
But the biscuit broke, and her life unravelled before her
He was never coming back
The words finally hit home
The world is full of broken biscuit people
Broken biscuit people.
Copyright © Paul Bell | Year Posted 2024
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