The Biscuit Tin

The possessed biscuit tin didn’t like him you see,
for he ate too many biscuits and never refilled thee.

The tin could move from room to room at will,
so he’d blame me and call me names, a dill.

The possessed biscuit tin didn’t like the sea,
so I took it down to the shore and set it free.

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