How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Splendorous hobnobs, bourbons, custard creams
arrive unbidden in my nightly dreams
and occupy the waking thoughts of days.
I love to dunk thee in my cup of tea
at breakfast time and at elevenses,
at three o’clock and half-past sevenses,
and at supper time thou dost comfort me.
Thou art there for me and never grumble,
thou make me feel like I’m not a misfit,
thou dost pick me up whene’er I stumble.
For thee, the whole of my life I’d risk it,
for I love the way that cookies crumble
and none shall take my beloved biscuit.
while eating a Müller® Fruit Corner
(blackberry and raspberry edition),
Greg read an article in a magazine
entitled ‘You are what you eat’
and the very next day woke
from unsettling dreams to find
he had turned into yogurt
as he oozed his way across the bedsheet,
Greg wondered what to do about the 10 a.m. board meeting