Misfit This Biscuit Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Hollow in the middle is...
This twisted biscuit.

Hollow in the middle is...
This misfit biscuit.
Twisted.

Too late to retake it.
Long out the oven for decades.
And left on the shelf,
To mold and flake.

Misfit this biscuit!

Hollow in the middle is...
This twisted biscuit.

Hollow in the middle is...
This misfit biscuit.
Twisted.

Flaking more to notice its mold.
Misfit this biscuit.

Flaking to notice it's old.
This twisted biscuit.
Misfit.
Flaking to notice the mold,
On this old biscuit.
Twisted!

Hollow in the middle is...
This misfit biscuit.
Old and flaking is...
This biscuit!

Oh no don't bite it!
Use it and throw it as rock.
Oh no,
Don't you bite it.
Use it and throw it as rock.
Oh no.
Don't dare bite it.
Use it and throw it as a rock.
Use it and throw it as a rock!