Tasting As Good.

Goldfinch60



Is it a bad thing to do?

I make biscuits,

Make them so often.

They could be ginger ones,

Or digestive,

Or the queen of them all,

They could be shortbread.

They all taste so good

But there is a problem,

As every time I pass,

Pass the biscuit tin,

I need to try one,

Try one to find out,

To find out if,

If they still taste,

Still taste as good,

Taste as good as before.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 22nd, 2024 01:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: I have been cooking all my life and I have made my own biscuits for a very long time but they don't last very long in the biscuit tin. LOL
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 18
  • Users favorite of this poem: Qurrathul Ain, Accidental Poet.
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Comments5

  • orchidee

    Good write Gold.

  • Teddy.15

    Oh please do send me over a shortbread, just the thought of the butter drives me insane. 🌹

    • Goldfinch60

      On there way Teddy.

      Andy

    • sorenbarrett

      My mother used to bake cookies and set them on brown paper to cool. My father would snitch one and move the others to seem as though none were missing but the brown paper always gave him away with the stain. Good write Gold

      • Goldfinch60

        Sneaking one of them is always there to be seen soren, I do it all the time. Thank you.

        Andy

      • Doggerel Dave

        Biscuits aren't good for your health - grow a carrot instead LOL.

        Nevertheless a rich write....

        • Goldfinch60

          But they taste so good Dave, I do eat carrots as well.

          Thank you.

          Andy

        • Accidental Poet

          A great chef always tastes his creation. You Sir are obviously a great chef. 🧑‍🍳👍

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you AP, I try my best at cooking and have been for nearly seventy years.

            Andy



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