Crumby
When you’re eating a cookie
Or pastry or cake
Or any sweet offering
Someone did bake
There are bound to be crumbs
On your plate left behind
(For the ones for whom finger-licks
Are too refined).
Though if crumbs fall from something
Delicious to taste,
It’s a shame to let tidbits
Like those go to waste.
Which is why I don’t get,
Since such morsels are yummy,
Why something not good
Is referred to as crummy.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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