The Crumbled Crook

A dusty bone tickles whilst floor creaks
Cream rubs rather rapid on soft floured cheeks
Sparkling sunshine cleansed floor peaks
As sorcerers reveal their hidden creek
Wheat whispers in winds of the white ceramic
A blase rudimentary is tossed to the floor
The milk sip spills with it untimely
Upon the melanin lacklustre rigour
With sugar and wheat and sparkle and plight
Brightened by sunlight so seamlessly bright
Propellers are spun by man and woman
Debunked, debauched, risque and ruined