Showing posts with label Hercule Poirot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hercule Poirot. Show all posts

Tuesday, 14 January 2014

Memento Mori






This sombre biscuit verse,
for 2014, is our first.
Memento make this crunchy,
chewy, cranberry munchy.

A white chocolate snack.
That word ‘memento’ takes us back
to the people who have just passed away
and in this poem we lament their loss today.

Alan Whicker filed his last report.
By the grim reaper’s scythe he was caught.
The last trumpet sounded for Kenny Ball.
You’ve guessed.  He made his final curtain call.

Hercule Poirot would never flatter
those who had less grey matter.
But sadly now each little grey cell
is not working quite so well.

Eusebio, who could surely shoot,
has hung up his right boot.
David Coleman knows the final score.
Phil Everly will dream no more.

Ronnie Biggs thought he’d made a great escape,
but met Inspector Nipper at the pearly gate.
Maggie Thatcher took one last snatch,
then went to meet her maker and her match.

‘That was the life that was.’  And so we lost
that grand inquisitor, David Frost.
It’s such a shame that Lou Reed died.
At least, he took that walk on the wild side.

Nelson Mandela was much debated.
On Robben Island he was incarcerated,
but walked free to unite both black and white
and clear away the stain of apartheid.

And of the rest who rest, we hope, in peace
Richard Griffiths was fun but a touch obese.
In the ring Ken Norton was no one’s fool,
although Peter O’Toole has now grown cool.

Even without Miss Kendal for a wife
Richard Briars still lived the good life,
and Louis the TV chimpanzee
made PG Tips our favourite tea.

For Michael Winner that death wish came true,
as it will as well someday surely do
both for us and indeed for you.

THE END.

Ps.  Nice biscuits, with or without PG Tips.

Biscuit: Memento Cranberry and White Chocolate Cookie
Taste test: 8 out of 10
Cost: 99p from Aldi in Romsey



Wednesday, 4 December 2013

Belgian Banter



This week's biscuits are from Belgium
by their awesomeness we were struck dumb
the effect of them was quite narcotic
they left us feeling comfortably numb

Belgium, the land of chocolatiers
Tin Tin and Stella Artois beers
As a land it may not carry much clout
but we thank them gladly for brussel sprouts

Jean Claude Van Damme is their meaty main man
the muscles from Brussels with the glowing tan
Famous flemish females are few and far between
with, of course, the exception of Mathilde their noble queen
Wait......
Anita's just had a post biscuit epiphany
of course there's always Audrey from Breakfast at Tiffany's

We'll end this ditty with the demise of Hercule Poirot
the famous Belgian detective hero
just like us, he had to go.

Biscuit: Benim'O and Tutku 
Taste test: 9 out of 10
Cost: Free, a gift from our mate Richard