Two mugs, filled and steaming.
Earl Grey tea, steeped for five minutes.
Mugs placed eight inches apart.
Four shortbread biscuits, sans gluten.
Two teaspoons of raspberry jam, two teaspoons of lemon curd.
One raspberry-topped biscuit and one lemon-topped beside my mug.
The remaining two next to yours.
I burnt my tongue taking the first sip.
The biscuits were buttery and sweet, tart and delicious.
Your tea grew cold
And your biscuits grew stale.
You used to tease me about my fat-pants.
One button too tight, so I didn’t eat the biscuits.
I don’t eat the biscuits anymore.
Because they remind me of the taste in my mouth,
When I heard about you
And the crash
And the fact that you’re gone.
I'm such a rascal you know.
I ate an entire packet of biscuits, just like they're going out of fashion.
All jammy and creamy, so sickly, sweet.
I am such a selfish gal.
Gave not one to the children.
I'm such a selfish witch.
The dog looked on so longing.
I saved none for my bitch.
I smiled sweetly at her, a curt little grin, if you know what I mean.
I said, "no sorry , Blue, biscuits are only for humans, they're so not good for you!
Any excuse to eat them all, what else can a good girl do!
Several biscuits later
Now I'm half way through the tin
I find it hard to stop myself
Once I've started digging in
Chocolate smothered cookies
And some with pink frosted ice
I do so enjoy a nibble
Perhaps my one and only vice?
I must now put the lid on
Before I eat the blooming lot
Or I'll be cursing for not fitting in
The new clothes that I've just got