Ode to a Fig Roll
Oh, Fig Roll, there is beauty in thee,
Your inside is smooth and your outside is crunchy-
yet I've never known-
be you cake, or biscuit?
Plus with a runny bum, should I even risk it?
And so I lie in bed with thee,
and a long drunk cup of tea,
Contemplating all you are,
you little cakey biscuity star.