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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