Biscuits

Ahem...

There once was a rhino named Paul

Who went to a fancy dress ball

He thought he would risk it

And go as a biscuit

But a dog ate him up in the hall.

Ahem...

There once was a rhino named Paul

Who went to a fancy dress ball

He thought he would risk it

And go as a biscuit

But a dog ate him up in the hall.

Shhh.. this is a serious thread...the only celebral contribution to you post is the fine metre and rhyme expressed in the above nonsense verse. 

The following is a biscuit theme work derived from the Orkney Isles as a playground chant. I like it as it seems quite a logically outcome for the individual in having placed their nether garments in said biscuit tin that they may run the risk of accidental consumption. I do however have an underlying anxiety as to why the individual does not own a more appropriate vessel for their underwear.

Whats the time
half past nine
hang your knickers on the line
when they're dry bring them in
stick them in your biscuit tin
eat your biscuits
eat your cakes
eat your knickers by mistake