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.