I am a Ginger Biscuit

I am a ginger biscuit;
I should be crisp and light,
but I feel somewhat soggy
'cos I've been left out all night ...

I am a Garibaldi;
I’m tasty through and through.
Down Under I’m called Full O’Fruit
and squashed fly biscuit too …

I am a brave digestive,
as scrumptious as can be
and stoic for I know I’m due
a dunking in your tea …

I am a mint club biscuit,
the one they used to pick
in times gone by when I was layered
with chocolate twice as thick ...

I am a sad pink wafer,
forlorn as here I wait.
Experience has told me I’ll
be left upon the plate …

I am a Peak Freans bourbon
with choccy buttercream.
To some I am the biscuit known as
tea dunker supreme …

I am a chocolate finger.
My time is often short.
I don’t last long once everyone’s
aware that I’ve been bought …

Behold the queen of biscuits,
a royal biscuit dream;
I have no equal for I am
a Co-op custard cream …

I am a doggy biscuit.
I hope that I’ll be savoured.
I see old Fido’s drooling
for I’m tripe and liver flavoured …