Men according to Biscuits

Select your lover by the biscuit

It's like the blessings of a friend

Such a honeyed connatation

To the insights it may lend

Never trust a cookie grabber

They have a tendency to flop

They may expand in calm of cordial

But, flesh and droop in fizzy-pop

Those that linger a digestive

Then pounce to chocolate clothed

Are insensitive to creatures

And in public simply loathed

A bourbon taker is reliable

But only if devoured in whole

If its sectioned into pieces

There's portentous motive to his goal

A ginger thin is sympathetic

Rich-tea somewhat loud and vain

Fig-rolls straddle apathetic

Jammy rings a tad insane

A custard cream has dual allusion

If first choice then leave alone

If its pick forfeits a chocolate hobnob

Then take that biscuit home

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