Elevenses

7am, 11am and again at half three,

Perfect time for a nice cup of tea.

Not in a delicate, small, china cup,

But in a mug, filled right to the top.

The companion to this (and I always give in),

Is on the top shelf in a bright yellow tin.

I try to say no, I know that I ought,

But they're so moreish - it's the manufacturers' fault,

A dark chocolate Tunnocks is on the top of my list,

And dunking a Digestive won't go amiss.

Before you dunk, always think twice,

If it's a Rich Tea or even a Nice,

Dip it too long and it's gone in a thrice.

A Gypsy Cream with a filling of chocolate and vanilla,

A Hobnob with a crunch is also a winner,

Maybe a Bourbon or a chocolate finger,

Garibaldi, Custard Cream, the destinctive Gingernut,

Oh how I try to keep the biscuit tin shut!

My waistline is growing, my wife has reported.

I won't open the tin, I've got it sorted,

I'll just buy a box of McVities assorted.