At break time, during a recent Singing Group meeting we chatted over a cup of tea and savoured the taste of a biscuit (or two). While we discussed the merits of shortbread biscuits versus chocolate biscuits, Brian Gibson serenaded us with a poem he had recently written.
The poem goes well with all types of biscuit!
There’s something about a biscuit, there’s something about a biscuit, there’s something about a biscuit that’s so fine, fine fine
When asked if you want a biscuit, you’ll always say, “I’ll risk it”, and you know that it’s flavour will be divine
And you’ll always need another, when asked if you want another, you don’t say, “I’ll not bother”, but “that biscuit’s mine”
You do not follow Mother, she’d say, “don’t have another”, but you take one and consume it and it’s so sublime
You really like to munch it, you really like to crunch it, you can even brunch it and it’s fine, fine, fine
And you’re allowed to dunk it, or break it up and chunk it
…………………………………………….Tea and biscuits beats cheese and wine!