LIFE OF A BISCUIT

Waiting to be taken to a house or flat 
Wait here until then it's as simple as that
You spot there on the crowded shelf 
Look at my price and forget your health 

Safely in your basket or even a trolley 
My mates are with me all nice and jolly 
I'm at your home waiting to be unwrapped 
Ready to face being broken or snapped 

The kettle is on you're needing a hot drink 
That's when I begin to shudder and blink
A biscuit's life is hard make no mistake 
Far more easier I think if I were a cake