Friday, 7 March 2014

Don’t Slate This Biscuit

Broad as basalt blocks,
far from a ginger thin,
this fairing comes from a box
that really should be a tin.

As hard as granite,
Like a rock, just solid.
A storm in a teacup
and it starts to break up.

Explodes with a bang,
With a spicy, sandy tang,
dissolves like fudge
to creamy coloured sludge.

Poor Cornwall wind damaged,
wave ravaged,
an island of shale
no longer connected by rail.

And also this solo gem:

I was so stressed out
I needed a vacation
Cornwall was my destination
And I haven’t a Kernow.

Biscuit: Cornish Fairings
Taste test: 8 out of 10
Cost: A present from Lee

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