Throwing Scones

Two tables in a tea room
The lines are drawn
So quiet you can hear a doily drop
But unspoken words are the loudest of all
Throwing scones at glass houses
Too fixed to see
The greatest offense of all
is wasting good bakery
It’s not global warming
or American politics to fear
It’s a lady grinding her axe on the wedding china, oh dear.
The knickers are twisted
We’re a serious lot
Dash my wig!
Bitch the pot.
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Published by: Ann Syrowski

By day I'm a Creative Project Manager for a marketing boutique and freelance copywriter. By heart I'm seeking God in everything - books, music, art, education. Any way I can take it in. Even though I'm more quiet than loud and sometimes hard to get to know, I love people and the pursuit of understanding what gets our hearts racing.

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