This poem was written by Kristina Turner for the poetry battle at our Evening of Biscuit Poetry - we hope you like it as much as we do.
Eyes meet across a crowded room
Two star crossed lovers lock their gaze
She, sweet, delicate, not yet fourteen
Destined young to be his mortal foe
She unknowingly invites him in
Opens her hot, sweet embrace
To his firm, dark substance
He delves into her hot, strong depths
Surrenders willingly to her sweet sorrow
She cannot be
other than a mug of tea
And he, no other than a melting treat.
Oreo, oh Oreo!
Wherefore art thou Oreo!?