A biscuit poetry thread

[clarion]

Shortbread isn't bread
It's name's all wrong
But I have to say
It don't last long

[Eccentrica Gallumbits]

Abbey Crunch, Abbey Crunch *does a little dance*
Abstinence, abstinence...  not a fuckin' chance.  

[Edinburgh judge]10/10[/Edinburgh judge]

[clarion]

Nice you do mislead me
Just to say it twice
Though Nice you may be
You are not nice

[robbo6]

Garibaldi, Garibaldi,
They never last 'til they are mouldy,
With their crisp pastry and filling of flies,
they're the biscuits that take the prize.

[clarion]

I like lots of biscuits
But of all these things
I'd have to confess
I love the jam rings

In a tin I'll reach for them
And ignore the others
But I can't use their true name
Cause nothing really rhymes with jammy dodgers

[rogerzilla]

Shortbread, shortbread
Shall I nibble your fingers, or your petticoat tails?
Or dip you into something hot and wet
You're a pleasure that never fails

I love your holes
And your spangled top
I'd like to eat you all
Until I go off pop

[Legs]

Burr-bon or borr-bon, I'm not sure;
However you say it, I want more.

[Legs]

Champion dunker, the humble Rich Tea!
So crispy and tasty and sweet you will be,
Or soft and delicious when dipped in a drink,
You're quite the loveliest biscuit, I think.

[Legs]

A stunning effort from Mr Kennedy here:
http://www.veloriders.co.uk/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=90945

Shall I compare thee to a chocolate hobnob?
Thou art less chocolatey and have less crunch.
Rough oats do thrill the taste buds of your gob,
And golden crispness is divine to munch.
Sometimes too crisp the rival biscuits' break,
And falls apart when dunked in steaming tea;
And even jaffa cakes sometimes cannot make
The need for biscuits vanish within me.
But thy eternal oatiness shall not fade
Nor lose the rich chocolate crust thou ow'st;
Nor shall death drag thou wand'rest in his shade'
When in sun kissed fields of wind blown stalks oats grow'st,
So long as men can bake at McVitie,
So long live hobnobs and all that's chocolatey.