My name is wolfy
and I get all hairy
when the wolf bane blooms
under a full moon.
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It's everyones weakness. We've just come back from a short break in Scarborough, and I can't recall whether we were served by a big cream tart, or whether we actually ate one. Loved it Steve
Yum yum, how I would love a cream tart right at this moment! A delicious poem with a delicious topic. '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn