Scones

Dont you think
They are smiling
Before we bite in
They were shivering
Hence the cracks
We think its happiness
Yet its a mere shiver
That all scones have

Before we bite and destroy there beauty
We rejoice is happiness

As we save time On cutting

and just dab the cream

With a bit of jam
By ripping them apart
So our teeth can bite
And enjoy them wholeheartedly

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