Hot currant scone day.
This day arrived,birthdays,
Christmas rolled as into one
My perfect day, my very lovely,
hot currant scone day.
It started well, oh that
wind assisted floaty smell,
Like trumpets signalling
the arrival of someone
of importance.Through
my nose, into my throat
and warms to my very soul.
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Author:
P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 1st, 2017 16:34
- Comment from author about the poem: me and my wife love scones There is a special cafe near The sea where we go for a cup of tea and a scone... You can smell them as Soon as you enter....
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Comments5
never had a scone must be a English thing? But I'll take your word for it, sounds yummy!
great expression of joyful belly!
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Thank you WW
They're lovely
Very nice poem. Heard of a scone but never had one. Sounds great!
Thank you chrissy
We had a Frenchman in New Orleans who made great scones. But with tea? Heh, heh. Enjoyed.
Ha ha, thanks
Great poem and yes do love scones. My wife makes them and we often indulge ourselves with strawberry jam and dollops of cream. Oh my waistline!
Sounds exactly how
I have mine..... Thanks
Michael
I made these the other day and found them to be such a nice treat. I made plain scones. But, they are a versatile pastry, from the recipes I found. Very delicious poem!
Thank you WBL...
I make a really
Lovely one...
Put orange zest
In the mixture
Next time you
Make them...
Real orange
That is. Straight
From a fresh one..
Thanks again...
Will do!
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