Cream Tea

Will there ever come a time

When all my wildest dreams have gone?

When there is too much raspberry jam

And not enough cream to dress my scone?

 

Will the knife that is my life

Always spread itself too thin?

Will the tart that is my heart

Spill out crumbs upon my chin?

 

And when my life is done

And I must fly into the sun,

Will I wish that I could take

Just one extra slice of cake?

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