Biscuits
I've been eating biscuits for nigh on fifty years
So I figure a biscuit expert I am
And I'm probably the leading authority
On gravy and jellies and jam
Biscuits come in a host of shapes
They'll appear in a number of sizes
And my favorite time for their consumption
Is just before that ole' sun rises
Their shape, for sure, means nothing
But size is another matter
On a good day I'll eat six or eight
And most times it's the latter
The ingredients of which a biscuit is made
Will tend to vary greatly
There's buttermilk, plain, and sourdough
Can't say I've turned one down lately
I've had big ones and small ones
Some seem to swell up in your throat
Some so light they seem to float
A large percentage would sink a boat
I've topped 'em with gravy, so creamy and smooth
Shoveled 'em full of strawberry jam
I'll not forget 'em with Briar Rabbit syrup
Or Grandma's great country ham
Grandma's biscuits outshined 'em all
Even the great one's, her's were above
'Cause Grandma had one special ingredient
Every biscuit had a cupful of love
Those early morning breakfasts
In my memory will never fade
My favorite kind of biscuits
Are the ones my Grandma made
© 2002, Jay Snider
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