A display of cookies. Photo: By Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash.
Poem: God’s biscuits
'Sunday school biscuits are jammy dodgers that stick round your teeth.'
Sunday school biscuits are jammy dodgers that stick round your teeth.
Gentle-Jesus-meek-and-mild biscuits are vanilla wafers.
God-of-love biscuits are chocolate cookies, squidgy and moreish.
Vengeful Old Testament ginger nuts need appeasing with a dunk.
The C of E faithful feast on traditional custard creams.
Methodists favour Teatime assorted.
Catholics feed on fancy macaroons, incense flavoured.
Plymouth Brethren prefer a plain cream cracker.
Quakers consume oatcakes in peace and quiet.
The Salvation Army marches on hard tack.
Evangelicals praise Hobnobs with noisy crunches.
Scientologists revel in nutty biscotti.
Druids share Stonehenge cereal bars.
Pagans relish organic fig rolls.
Jewish matzos are kosher made by Momma.
Buddhists are mindful of Jaffa Cakes, neither cake nor biscuit.
God’s immortal invisible divine digestives
dwell in a treasured antique barrel.
Atheistic biscuits are in
an empty tin.
