Poem - the Bicuitem
Post date: Jun 21, 2011 8:41:30 AM
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 flourAnd there's worse when you findAll your butter's gone sour Now your belly feels slackYou're in need of a snackAnd a biscuit or twoWill stop hunger's attackHow you'd savour the smellOf some biscuits baked wellWill you find any food?You just give out a yell You want honey and oatsIn a chocolatey coatYou imagine the tasteAt 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.