Ode to the Biscuit Bringer

Matthew R. Callies

Oh, blessed be the hand that shakes the bag,

the crinkle that summons wagging storms!

No crown, no scepter, no noble flag

commands such joy in earthly forms.

 

Golden, grainy, baked with care,

tiny halos of praise and peace,

each crunch a covenant sweet and fair—

a love that will never cease.

 

For kings may dine on gilded plates,

and poets sip from honeyed streams,

but none know joy as he who waits

for crumbs that crown his daily dreams.

 

So lift your treat in sunlit air,

to tails that spin and eyes that gleam—

the world is good, the cupboard fair,

and love is shaped like a biscuit, it seems.

  • Author: Matthew R. Callies (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 23rd, 2026 00:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: Today is International Dog Biscuit Appreciation Day!!! Remember to give your puppy extra Milk Bones!!!
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  • Doggerel Dave

    I had more than a passing suspicion that International Dog Biscuit Appreciation Day was a figment of your imagination until I checked it out. Well it is a figment of someone's imagination which they've translated into a full on web page...
    Anyway there's not a greater expression of joy than a dogified version when offered a tasty treat, and you've captured that.

    PS: No reference back to my image please.



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