PinwheelScones
(a short poem)
Flour, cinnamon and sugar too,
eggs, milk, butter in a thick pale goo.
Sift in the baking powder to make them rise,
yummy mixture makes my appetite hit a high.
Squish, knead, roll; there's your dough,
sprinkle on the cinnamon and in the oven they go.
15 minutes I sit and wait,
for the most perfect scones to bake.
Delicious smells start to drift,
on my plate in a perfect twist.
I open wide and take a bite,
my mouth is filled with the sweetest delight.
YUM!
By Blake
