Long live the chocolate biscuit
I held a chocolate biscuit
In the palm of my right hand
Just imagine my surprise
When I heard him make a sound.
“You’ll not eat me
Today,” he said,
“You swallow me
And I’ll be dead.
I want to be alive and free
I’m on the run, just wait and see.”
So biscuit leapt onto the floor
But couldn’t run through shut tight door.
“I have you biscuit now,” I say.
“There is nowhere to run away”
But biscuit he will not be beaten
And says that he never will be eaten.
“No,” he said, “I’ll dodge and weave
You’ll never catch me, wait and see,
Wait and see, you won’t catch me.”
He hides between the fridge and cooker.
I wait, he thinks that I’m not looking,
Out pokes his little chocolate head
Grab his body, “There!” I said.
“I have you now, I’ll not let go.
I’m ready now to swallow you whole.”
Biscuit he is screaming and kicking
I am hungry my lips a-licking.
“Oh have mercy, let me go!”
“No chocolate biscuit, no, no, no!”
He is shouting, “Let me out!”
Echoing within my mouth.
I swallow and I hear the sound
From deep within the sound profound.
Loud then softer, softer still,
“I don’t, I don’t feel so well.”
Chocolate biscuit had breathed his last
His chocolate life had surely passed.
But his sweet sad voice had touched my soul
I could never again eat a biscuit, no!
And my advice to each one of you –
Think again before you do.
Come, close the cupboard, say a prayer
For chocolate biscuits everywhere
Keep them safe away from hungry children
And adults who would like to nibble them.
Don’t take the biscuit, leave him be
Safely in his wrapper see!
Join the struggle, donations give
And let the chocolate biscuit live!
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