Short and Sweet

Little crumbs fall onto the text I’m reading

Tiny, brown and sweet

They belong to the shortbread I’m eating

The wonderful, buttery treat.

Its best served with piping hot tea

Balanced carefully upon one's knee

As one looks out at the glistening sea

Listening to the song bird's melody

The nostalgia is certainly a guarantee

So grab your biscuit and get cosy

Treat it just like you would a trophy

And stay warm and toasty

Drifting into a day dream slowly.