The Lonely Moon

It's a lonely rock in the midst of space,
full of beauty,
full of grace,
only 12 people have visited its cratered crust,
two dozen boots have stirred it's dust.

Like all of us it has a dark side,
it affects our water and pulls our tide,
werewolves will howl when they come out at night,
seeking victims to bite in its eery light.

The romance of the lune
makes everyone swoon,
heavenly satellite,
our eternal moon.

Biscuits: Lemon and Lime Jaffa Cakes
Tasting Notes: Tangy
Score: 7 out of 10

How do you eat yours?

We were excited to try
the new Jaffa Cakes flavour,
sadly the the taste of strawberry
was not one to savour.

The dark chocolate mix
didn't give us our citrus fix,
whilst the choice of fruit
did not suit.

How do you eat yours?
Are you a scoffer
with an impatient jaw,
or do you make a luna eclipse
by putting half between your lips?

Do you nibble round the edge,
and save the best 'til last,
or head straight to the jelly
and eat it fast?!

Biscuits: Strawberry Jaffa Cakes
Tasting Notes: Bleak (see poem)
Score: 4 out of 10

Beast from the North

Across Europe there's a magenta warning,
extra snowfall due to global warming,
there aren't many places to go,
when you're under 10 foot of snow,
if you get our drift,
to avoid the avalanches,
jump on a ski lift.

Even as the flakes are falling,
events across the globe are snowballing,
Donald Trump is serving unhappy meals,
and failing to do any wall building deals,
maybe he could use burgers as bricks,
to keep out the poor put upon Hispanics.

There's no snow here but Theresa May's frozen out,
in Parliament she holds no clout,
everyone's giving her the cold shoulder,
if she'd have listened to us we would have told her,
Brexit's snow joke!

Biscuits: Graze Protein Bites

Tasting Notes: Yuck, taste like hay.

Score:  3.5 out of 10

Builders' Biccy Break

We're eating builders' biscuits
We're drinking builders' tea
Everything's expensive
When they add on VAT
These biscuits didn't break our bank
Because we got them free
Katherine kindly gifted this treat
We're eating them with glee

Paul once built some houses
For the gentry in Romsey
Karl created Lego dwellings
Building made him happy
If builders hadn't fixed Mandy's roof
It would still be seriously leaky
Keep the biscuits coming
And they'll work much harder you'll see.

Feed your builders well
Whilst they're working on the job
A custard cream, a jaffa cake or a chocolate hob nob!

Biscuits: Family Circle

Tasting Notes: Short and bready. Thanks Katherine x

Score:  8.5 out of 10

It's all about circles

One footed turtles
always swim in circles,
if you like going round and round
you'll feel sublime
on the Circle line,
in the EU starry circle
you're sure to find Angela Merkel,
if you want to raise objects vertical
contact the Magic Circle,
when in a knitting circle group
careful you don't drop a loop,
everyone's a member of the circle of life
we all have our share of happiness and strife,
were crop circles caused by UFOs
or was it farmers with planks and hoes?
we're a friendship circle within a poetry group
eating biscuits, sharing rhymes and feeling cock-a-hoop!

Biscuits: Family Circle

Tasting Notes: Familiar. Thank you Cami for bringing them in.

Score:  7 out of 10

Christkindlesmarkt

Everywhere you look there's a Christmas Market.
If you go in a car there's no where to park it,
travel on foot and 'Alles ist gut',
Drink mulled cider to make you wilder,
and feast on bratwurst until you burst.
The Germans prefer Gluhwein to Mulled wine,
and Stollen to Christmas cake,
mix it altogether and you're sure to get bellyache.
If you can't get to Germany then pop to Aldi and Lidl,
or somewhere in the middle,
wear a Christmas jumper and Lederhosen,
and hang out 'til closing!

Biscuits: Butter Speculatius

Tasting Notes: They transport you to a German Christmas Market!

Score:  7 out of 10

Terence Aloysious John Rattigan Brown

Terry is a carpenter, restaurateur and ceiling suspender, 

But most of all a jester and word bender, 

For 17 years he’s attended Headway, 

Entertaining us with a new joke every day (well almost), 

An active poet, wordsmith and artist, 

At our Biscuit Poetry sessions he will be sorely missed, 

He’s off to pastures new, 

To meet new friends in his room with a view, 

He might escape to the pub he must confess, 

Yet he doesn’t drink any more or to be fair any less, 

Goodbye Terry from the bottom of our hearts, 

It won’t be the same when we’re apart, 

Thanks for all the laughs! 

Biscuits: Tesco Lebkuchen

Tasting Notes: German and Christmassy

Score:  7 out of 10