Butternut Snaps

for 'Roola

It’s the butternut snaps man!
When I get home from Touch,
I gotta have the snaps.
I like them so much,
the mix of chocolate and oats
hits me for six
and I eat them
until my stomach bloats

They are the right stuff -
these biscuits they’re ridgy didge
just the thought of them
sends me running to the fridge.
And when I get there,
I can’t leave them cooped up
like convicts in the cool confines
of Mr. Kelvinator.
I have to open that door as quick as I can
cause I can’t leave them til later,
MAN!

I’m the king of the world
with a snap in my hand,
everything else is forgotten
its all good...
and nothing is rotten


 
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