Don't Take The Biscuit...........A Humorous Poem
This poem is dedicated to my dear friend Chris, people in tea clubs, day-centres and biscuit lovers everywhere.
Don't Take The Biscuit.........A Humorous Poem
Off comes the lid of the special tin
The special tin with biscuits in
Biscuit time with a hot cup of tea
Just the one will do me.
There's my favourite the Custard Cream
I bet it tastes just like a dream
My tummy feels in the hunger zone
That Ginger Nut looks so alone.
Look at that! Kit has nabbed the Shortbread
I'm so disappointed I'm seeing red
Talking of red there's a Jammy Dodger face
It looks so inviting I'll give it a taste.
Dunkable biscuits are being passed around
It's like a lucky dip at the lost and found
You've got to know how long to dunk
Just a second too long and your biscuits sunk.
Chris has eaten at least four
She's just picked up a Hob Nob that fell on the floor
I think I saw her but I'm not too sure
Anyway if it's o.k. for her, I'll try one more.
Look at the pretty pattern on the plate
I'll just grab a Garibaldi before it's too late
The Malted Milk looks very nice
Just for today my diet I'll sacrifice.
That Jaffa cake needs clearing up
My left hand feels empty and I'm on my second cup
I'm glad Chris ate the last Fig Roll
She's off to the loo at a very fast stroll.
I've watched 'Mid Somer Murders' it must be fate
I'm now trying to guess who's nearly emptied the plate
Funny how the crumbs always leave a trail
The mess on Kits' chin is the all telling tale.
Biscuits I must confess are the food that I love
A gift for my taste buds from Heaven above
Well I might as well finish with the last Butter Crunch
They're ever so thin and won't spoil my lunch.