|The Surprise Package|
We got a package four weeks ago
where it came from we did not know.
We sat down to open with a lift
this large, expensive brown paper gift
Peering inside we were surprised to see
a poem penned by gangland Panda Vinnie,
and a tin choc full of Fox's creams and crunches.
So many free biscuits, we won't eat our lunches
|The Biscuit Poets|
Fox's, you certainly don't do things by halves.
We're so sorry we sent your bakers reeling
we didn't intent to hurt their feelings
If Vinnie's gunning for us we ain't scared,
when he sends his boys we'll be prepared.
We'll duel with rhymes, with biscuits and tea,
so see you next Tuesday at nine thirty.
Dear Biscuit Poets
It saddened me to read your rhyme
I chewed it over for quite sometime.
You dissed the Biscwits, you dished the dirt.
With heroic couplets, you sought to hurt
our trusty and hard-working bakers
and dedicated biscuit makers.
Maligning the folks in the kitchen
with your rantin' and your bitchin'.
Bad mouthing Fox's, that ain't good
Do I send The Boys round to your 'hood...?
They could arrange a little 'surprise'
So maybe you'll apologise
But in the meantime, accept from me
A barrel of Biscwits, completely free
Vinnie. For and on behalf of Fox's