Food of the Gods! Of flesh and soul!
No other biscuit can compare
With the delicious, healthy, rare
Fig Roll.
In chilly dawn I load the rack
For Sunday ride with little pannier,
And in the bag will ever many a
Roll pack.
For then, when dusk finds me benighted
In country lanes still far from home
I eat Fig Rolls! And then the gloam
Is lighted.
Unless, of course, mid-day, I've got
From on the bike to heave me off
And take a snack, for then I scoff
The lot.
O Woe! I've sinned---Ah, peccavi
I'm peckish in the nightly lanes' breeze
For lack of thirty-spent-in-Sainsbury's-
Five Pee.
(For Sainsbury's will often make abs-
Urd reductions to their prices
Considering they're twice as nice as
Jacobs'.)
O Roll! For thee my heart grows big,
I'll sing thy praise while e'er I live,
And though it's tuneless, I don't give
A fig.
