Hot currant scone day...

P.H.Rose

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.

  • Author: P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (Offline 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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  • willyweed

    never had a scone must be a English thing? But I'll take your word for it, sounds yummy!
    great expression of joyful belly!
    ww

    • P.H.Rose

      Thank you WW
      They're lovely

    • Christina8

      Very nice poem. Heard of a scone but never had one. Sounds great!

      • P.H.Rose

        Thank you chrissy

      • Augustus

        We had a Frenchman in New Orleans who made great scones. But with tea? Heh, heh. Enjoyed.

        • P.H.Rose

          Ha ha, thanks

        • Michael Edwards

          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!

          • P.H.Rose

            Sounds exactly how
            I have mine..... Thanks
            Michael

          • WriteBeLight

            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!

            • P.H.Rose

              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...

              • WriteBeLight

                Will do!



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