For the gods
by cricketjeff on October 14, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
The merest touch of heaven on the lips
A taste of home when you are far away
A snow of crumbs to hunt with fingertips
Ambrosia that keeps the blues at bay
A cup of tea alone may seem too wet
So stretch your hand the tin is over there
The promise of the treat has made me fret
So pass the plate around and we can share
A petticoat for you and round for me
I like to save the crescents to the end
You take a bite and then a sip of tea
And find yourself in heaven with a friend
The shortbread that my Mother used to bake
The most addictive drug that you can take
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