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The Broken Bicuit Repair Shop

The broken biscuit repair shop

I can't quite understand it?
The staff are all fingers and thumbs
Ok I get it, there's loads of work
In reconstructing broken crumbs

And yes I know it must be frustrating
Seperating the chocolate from the cream
But someone's got to do it!
It's a chocoholics dream.......!

Maybe if they weren't so fragile
Or if they were made of stronger stuff
There would be no broken biscuit repair shop
No crumbs in the pigs feeding trough...

The staff would be unemployed
There fingers and thumbs redundant
No one would need to use the repair shop
And broken biscuits would be abundent...

Thank god for the broken biscuit repair shop
All those dedicated surgeons of food
Making every broken biscuit complete again
Making all that they touch turn good.

Thank god for the broken biscuit repair shop
Where oats and grains go when they die
The broken biscuit repair shop guys
Will fix them for all of us to buy.

Broken biscuits are like a treat to us
Little fragments of endless pleasure
Once all the parts are reconstructed
Then we can eat them at our leisure...

Lol

Written by Scolar37 (Scott Millar)
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