He who has the biscuit gets to tell the story.....
I woke up this morning
And heard this warning
From the sugar to the milk
My tea bags were almost killed.
It was exactly like a communal riot
Except for the fact that everyone was right
They were not trying to prove that they are supreme
They were trying to prove that they were integral for the tea
The milk said with patience
"If tea is a flower I am more than the essence".
The sugar said roughly
"Dont try and be bluffy
You are exactly like this poem
Full of cliche rhymes with no logic in them".
The biscuits interrupted
"At least let the poet be uninterrupted
You sweet little sugar dont act like a man
Don't oppress milk as if she is a woman".
The biscuit somehow sealed the deal
And so nice of him he made the tea for me
But while dipping the tea bag it fell into the tea.
I took the biscuit and held it in my hand
And he thought that now he will be in a trash can.
But only I knew the wet biscuit enhanced my glory
Because he who has the biscuit gets to tell the story.