Scones
Baking scones has been
The absolute bane of my life
Fifty-five years I’ve spent
Its caused me nothing but strife
Up and down the country
You’ll find them in any café
Soft, light and beautifully risen
The highlight of any display
I simply haven’t got the knack
No matter how many times I try
Mine are completely inedible
Concrete-like and dry
You can crack a tooth on them
Or perhaps prop open a door
Try using them as a paperweight
Or to holy stone the floor
On no account use them for eating
That I wouldn’t recommend
I will not take responsibility
Unless you have a dentist as a friend
But at last, I have cracked the problem
I have a plan that’s mighty fine
I’ll buy scones down at the shops
And pass them off as mine
Note.... NZ/English scones are known as biscuits in USA
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