Because I couldn't write a triolet about biscuits...

...and my brain's capacity to code has just ended up rubbish today. Normal service may be resumed after I've finished current project at work.

So, instead of anything useful, have a triolet.

And, hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
I raise my arm and start to knock,
and - "Hast thou slain the Jabberwock?" -
my father saw the broken lock,
the blood, his shattered, monstrous toy -
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy..."