Biscuit Man

[MystyrMystyry]

Biscuit Man rises at the Crack of Doom
Fires up the oven to bake some gloom
Sets about gathering the ingredients
Bought from the butcher for 99 cents

Exactly what you don't wish to know
Make your skin crawl creep and glow
Once this mixture's completely mixed
He'll cast a gaze that sticks transfixed

Then flash his grin - snow it'd freeze
Dollop the matter in pan deep greased
He'll set the alarm for Twelve O'Clock
Squeeze out the juice from his old sock

Boil it to a froth and leave it to simmer
The light in his eyes dims to a glimmer
He'll stir with a shovel used for graves
This is how your Biscuit Man behaves

Squishing maggots to make the cream
Combine the two and squeal a scream
From a tub he keeps beside the dunny
He'll take a scoop and add some honey

Then when he's sure no-one's looking
Open oven and check they're cooking
Later, once cooled down the elements
He'll taste these shocking experiments

In paper from the bottom of bird cage
He will wrap them up and let them age
Into the night his muttering mumbles
Down the street Biscuit Man crumbles





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[blazeofglory]

Biscuit Man rises at the Crack of Doom
Fires up the oven to bake some gloom
Sets about gathering the ingredients
Bought from the butcher for 99 cents

Exactly what you don't wish to know
Make your skin crawl creep and glow
Once this mixture's completely mixed
He'll cast a gaze that sticks transfixed

Then flash his grin - snow it'd freeze
Dollop the matter in pan deep greased
He'll set the alarm for Twelve O'Clock
Squeeze out the juice from his old sock

Boil it to a froth and leave it to simmer
The light in his eyes dims to a glimmer
He'll stir with a shovel used for graves
This is how your Biscuit Man behaves

Squishing maggots to make the cream
Combine the two and squeal a scream
From a tub he keeps beside the dunny
He'll take a scoop and add some honey

Then when he's sure no-one's looking
Open oven and check they're cooking
Later, once cooled down the elements
He'll taste these shocking experiments

In paper from the bottom of bird cage
He will wrap them up and let them age
Into the night his muttering mumbles
Down the street Biscuit Man crumbles





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Though I am incapable of unearthing the molten magma of the idea erupted in the poem, I am astounded at the melody and resonance with which the feeling is spun in a rhymed manner. The poem is matchless in majesty, needless to say and I find the poem spilling the beans of our reality from a certain altitude. The travesty is mind-blowing and I find myself a biscuit-man though I project my lofty stature. This is the Alice in Wonderland category poem interwoven with both simplicity, cascades of narratives and ingrained deep philosophy – enabling both adults and children to dip their mind into its current

[MystyrMystyry]

Thankyou very much BlazeofGlory!