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Saturday crumpet

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Saturday morning crumpet

 

The winter sun shone crisp and bright,

Through holly berries blood bright,

I sipped fragrant tea with oral delight,

And thought my idea of heaven might,

Be a beautiful blood sugar raising bite,

Of hot buttered crumpet!

 

I licked dry lips with tip of tongue,

Praying the toaster wouldn’t be long,

Want to bang the breakfast gong,

Broke into a favourite song,

For breakfast you just can’t go wrong,

With hot buttered crumpet!

 

Got down white plate to be the bed,

On which I’d arrange my luscious spread,

The seductive image is filling my head,

Of plumptious, scrumptious, luscious

Hot buttered Crumpet.

And now my appetite is slaked,

 taste buds tantelized brain cells baked,

will I be seduced by moist carrot cake,

or is my love forever awake

to the texture of your skin,

as I smoother you in

hot buttered crumpets.

◄ To my coy lover

the winter sky ►

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