By Simbo Rumblebelly Now the pantry is bare There's no biscuits in there And so gently you sob And then turn and despair You would bake some this hour But you've run out of flour And there's worse when you find All your butter's gone sour Now your belly feels slack You're in need of a snack And a biscuit or two Will stop hunger's attack How you'd savour the smell Of some biscuits baked well Will you find any food? You just give out a yell You want honey and oats In a chocolatey coat You imagine the taste At the back of your throat Or with nuts or with fruit Such a biscuit would suit But your throat is so dry Like a worn out old flute As you think of those treats All those sugary sweets How the thought makes you sweat From your head to your feet But you don't have to wait You see friends at your gates And they're carrying gifts They have biscuits on plates! So you shouldn't despair When your pantry is bare You can turn to your friends Who are happy to share For it's true in the end They are happy to lend And those biscuits are best When they're shared with your Friends Some information about the artist: Master Simbo is a famous poet around the Shire. When not preoccupied with collecting and eating pies, Master Simbo works on expanding his collection of self-written poems. He is a regular visitor of the Green Dragon, where on fridaynights he may be found willing to recite some of his work. Master Simbo is also a gifted musician and actor. He also is the initiator and promoter of synchronised dancing, giving classes and performances with his Dancing Troupe. |
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