Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

squashed files in pastry
a disappointing biscuit
called Garibaldi

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Excellent typo (presumably )! :)

Ringtons ginger snaps
dunked into licorice tea
warm spice and sweetness

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

squashed files in pastry
a disappointing biscuit
called Garibaldi

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I really liked this OW, good to see you back on this thread!

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Originally Posted by freckle

jammy dodger trauma

ian dark peak a fine runner
took one jammy dodger too far
his friend lit a match,
near that bare grassy patch
and now he lives in a star....Ouch!

oh dear.."i'll get me coat"

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Like it :D:D:D

flickering tongue
unleashing the heat within
chocolate ginger

haiku biscuit porn
new form has runners getting
over excited!

Biscuit Porn.

I caress your rounded sides,
Your smooth darkness in my hand,
Up and down my hand glides,
The taste of you in my mouth is grand,
Your creamy goodness explodes on my tongue,
It's down my throat deep inside me,
I can't believe it this is so wrong,
A Hob-Nob dipped in a cup of tea.

By Matt Harmston.

I was venturing towards a hob nob poem myself, then realised where it was leading. :eek: And quickly retreated.

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Biscuit Porn.

I caress your rounded sides,
Your smooth darkness in my hand,
Up and down my hand glides,
The taste of you in my mouth is grand,
Your creamy goodness explodes on my tongue,
It's down my throat deep inside me,
I can't believe it this is so wrong,
A Hob-Nob dipped in a cup of tea.

By Matt Harmston.

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Quote:

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Biscuit Porn.

I caress your rounded sides,
Your smooth darkness in my hand,
Up and down my hand glides,
The taste of you in my mouth is grand,
Your creamy goodness explodes on my tongue,
It's down my throat deep inside me,
I can't believe it this is so wrong,
A Hob-Nob dipped in a cup of tea.

By Matt Harmston.

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cor blimey mister...going to have to have a lie down and recover soon!:eek::D

what about a suggestive digestive poem