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:

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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