A Poem To Jack
I was snooping around my mates lap,
by Laura Cummings
And his name was Jack,
What was found there,
Can only be described,
As two big biscuits and a shortcake.
The smell to each was distinct to its own,
And can never be replicated.
O Jack why did you leave me,
I thought forever we would be,
I only wanted a biscuit after dribbling on your knee.