Digo, Bourbon, Hob Nob, Rich Tea,
I'm definitely not fussy.
You never have just one,
But then suddenly there all gone!
Morning, noon and night,
There always in my sight.
They've got to be dunked in tea or coffee,
But you must never let them get soggy.
They are my little bit of happiness,
In this world of stress.
Biscuits mean a lot to me,
Because I love sharing them with my family.
2012
Wonderful poem :) I know some may laugh at this, but you speak so passionately of biscuits: P
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love to dunk them. A lovely poem and a good write. Keep writing.