I don’t know how they came up with it
they may argue about its serving
but it must have been a marvel
when flour and butter and sugar
were brought together in a combo
by the milk on the doorstep
Now coming out at four o clock
for the ladies at afternoon tea
the debate heats up on jam and cream
but a bit of southwest butter on those sultanas
is fine for a Lancashire lad like me
I’m a poet who hails from Salford , England. Home to James Joule , LS Lowry and Humphrey Booth – and plenty of other scientists and artists. These great men have provided me with lots of inspiration in my writing. I also get inspiration from the countries i visit and events i volunteer at…currently part of the volunteer squad of the Imperial War Museum (North) where i help out in the galleries….you can find me at inkdrops.blog or Allpoetry.com/InkdropK
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Nice blend of baking and poetry. 🙂
Ta for taking a look, Ron. Feel free to drop into the inkwell at any time.
For sure. Excellent posts. 🙂
Reblogged this on hands in the garden.
Cheers for the reblog Mr G. If there’s something you want to see after #Challenge30 is over, feel free to drop me a line. Inky.
Wow!! I’m a mere chef in Kenya. I love your food poetry. Lol
Plenty more like that at the inkwell Obi – Glad you enjoyed the read.