Tuesday’s Scone

Tuesday’s Scone

is now stale

and beyond edibility;

it’s hardened crust

has assumed the qualities of a stone;

and once where all was soft and sweet,

there is nothing now you’d want to eat;

and when a million years have gone;

an archaeologist will find that scone

and wonder at its grisly form,

and ask, ‘Was this a foodstuff?

Was this the norm?

Did they eat them cold,

or eat them hot?’

They would hazard a guess,

but would know not.

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