Fresh baked scones all golden brown
With jam and clotted cream
Espresso coffee frothy whipped
For high tea what a dream
A platter full of sandwiches
Garnished green with salad
Piano in the corner plays
Another well known ballad
Torn between selections
Is it brown or maybe white?
Having cut the crusts away
Leaving nothing but one bite
Out came the fancy cake plate
Full of fresh baked scone
Six of them and four of us
I hope for more than one
We finish off the platter
Now scones all piping hot
I didn’t eat mine quickly enough
So one was all I got
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
Mmmm, you have made my mouth water with this poem, good imagery, I'm off to look what I can have for tea, 10 Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh scones, the poem is nicely done great write. I work with a gent from scotland whom also is a chef and he makes some of the best scones I have ever had. Just reading this has truely made me hungry. Thanks for sharing. Dwayne Bailey