I was snooping around my mates lap, <br />And his name was Jack, <br />What was found there, <br />Can only be described, <br />As two big biscuits and a shortcake. <br />The smell to each was distinct to its own, <br />And can never be replicated. <br />O Jack why did you leave me, <br />I thought forever we would be, <br />I only wanted a biscuit after dribbling on your knee.<br /><br />Laura Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-to-jack/
