I was happily baking biscuits one day. I opened up the oven to pull the biscuits out and look what I found….
The Biscuit Bandit strikes. Protect your ovens ladies lest the Biscuit Bandit visits your kitchen and nibbles away at your baked goods while they’re baking.
Mini Poem: The Bandit Biscuit
The Bandit Biscuit Rides Again,
right into this lady’s kitchen.
His sense of smell is amazingly so
that from hundreds of miles he will know
if you are baking biscuits or just a funky tuna casserole.
So might I suggest that you trick him up
by putting something stinky in a cup
to try to out trick the nose that is more sensory enabled than a pup.
Put the cup in the line of his olfactory,
but not where the cup he shall see,
just where he’ll smell something stinky.
Then maybe, just maybe your biscuits will be spared
instead of having a hunk stolen out of them and into his mouth shared.
The Biscuit Bandit will ride anywhere even into the hottest of places where other bandits never dared.
P.S. This poem belongs to you and your great photo. I don’t copyright them or even save a copy. This poem is yours to do with as you wish.
Merry Christmas and A Very Happy and Blessed 2011 the whole year through.
God Bless you and yours always.
AH-MAY-ZING!
Probably one of my most favoritest comments ever.
Thanks so much for the poem. Merry Christmas and a Happy & Blessed New Years to you too!
Peace & Blessings,
Miriam
You’re Welcome.