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Crumpets

by roovacrag 

Posted: 25 October 2003
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Flames arise from the fire.
Blue flames,yellow flames all getting higher.
Coals Black and vivid Red,
heat coming from its bed.

Get a fork,get a crumpet.
Toast away you little strumpet.
Butter well,dripping down.
In my mouth you will drown.
YUM,YUM,YUM.






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Fearless at 21:26 on 25 October 2003  Report this post
Al

Just terrific. I now have the problem of going to Tesco tomorrow morning to do my shopping, with the added challenge of trying not to get all hot and bothered as I pass the crumpets.

You food-obsessed Jezebel.

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roovacrag at 21:29 on 25 October 2003  Report this post
Well i was a chef and used to make my own. Still love the hot taste and dripping butter running down my chin, xx
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poemsgalore at 12:11 on 26 October 2003  Report this post
They still taste better when toasted over a real fire instead of the cooker grill - and what happened to butter? That doesn't taste as good either, or is it just me getting older. Nice poem by the way.
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roovacrag at 12:58 on 26 October 2003  Report this post
thanx,i agree butter has lost its taste and crumpet is better over the fire. even down to burning fingers.xx
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