The fig rolls all went soggy
Rich tea all lost their crunch
The custard creams all melted
And came out in a bunch
The special garibaldi
Bought fresh for just a quid
The crispness was no longer there
Since barrels without lid
The cause of this disaster
Quite easy to avoid
Remember put the lid back on
Before my snacks destroyed
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved it. It happens in our house too. Nothing worse than a soggy biccy. Great write. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX