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