Cracking Cakes
Cracking cakes at Crumbles on the Corner
A fabulous tea shop like no other
Where friendly folk gather to meet
For a delicious delightful sugary treat
Cracking cakes at Crumbles on the Corner
Two women serve with bold tattoos
Conjuring up some perfect brews
Laughing, joking with strangers and friends
A normal coffee shop this place transcends
Cracking cakes at Crumbles on the Corner
Sat drinking tea there’s an old lady
She’s experienced life; well over eighty
Wistfully staring out of the misty window
A lonely existence now she’s a widow
Cracking cakes at Crumbles on the Corner
Sat alongside her are two young walkers
Eating and clinking cups on their saucers
The rain outside brings others inside
Sandwich; hot beef, turkey; can’t decide
Cracking cakes at Crumbles on the Corner
Mulling over my culinary dilemma
Ladies listening with their antenna
You simply can’t go wrong with beef
Melts in me mouth don’t affect me teeth
Cracking cakes at Crumbles on the Corner
The rain pours down others find shelter
The beef and horseradish is a right belter
Dark storm clouds; waiting to move by
Yummy delights more than twenty to try
Cracking cakes at Crumbles on the Corner
Lovely people chit chat and share tales
Of wonderful holidays to the Yorkshire Dales
The clouds break and there’s a glimpse of sun
Gulp down the coffee and the iced cream bun
Cracking cakes at Crumbles on the Corner
With a cheery smile we’re bid cheerio
And back to Slaithwaite we proceed to go
The local welcome couldn’t ‘ve been any warmer
Having cracking cakes at Crumbles on the Corner
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