A crusted crumb is a
pan's pawn, the spawn
of bread, or as field
Morsel Shred would
say to Private Particle,
Speck off you Jot, Whit
but an Ounce Bit tween
the Ears, not a Scrap of
sense nor a Tinge, even
an Iota Mite help, or a
Tiny Smidgen to Grain
a Tad of respect.

Granule Silver agreed,
Smidgens, the lot and
no Scruples, not even
a vestige, aTom?

"Fragmented Granules
without a Scintilla of
doubt".