Magic Biscuit
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
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