Pretty much every day around 230-245, lunch begins to wear off, & your humble narrators start daydreaming about tea-time snacks. Occasionally this sort of shenanigans results:
Treacle tart,
How I hold you close to my heart.
When I crave a cup of tea,
It’s treacle tart I want to see.
Pecan pie, pecan pie,
You’re the apple of my eye;
Your gooey filling & buttery crust
Are for me a source of lust;
With each bite, I dread the last,
Someone, bring me more! & fast!
Crunchie, O, my magic bar,
You are my lovely chocolate star!
With sticky crispy honeycomb,
Would it be wrong to take you home?
I’d treat you nice, & only nibble,
I’d be polite, I wouldn’t dribble!
O Crunchiekins, my magic bar,
Come live with me & be my star!
Although my heart belongs to Fi,
A fact I’ll ne’er repine,
Pecan pie holds my belly’s key,
To that she must resign.
Love the blog and the ode to Pie and Crunchie Bar....
ReplyDeleteThe trip to the Scottish lands sounds and looks fab. So glad you had a chance to see so much amazing scenery and interesting places. And now you are a fully-fledged leftie driver too! Definitely the way to go around these parts. ;-)