By Hazel Bond
“I have hot cross buns for tea
Won’t you come have some with me?”
I said I would and so I went
On this small pleasure truly bent.
“They’ve been a little time in thawing.
I took them from deep freeze this morning.”
She said, while spreading butter thick.
I saw it was inclined to stick.
“I do so love a hot cross bun,”
She said and then, “I’m glad you’ve come.”
I thanked her for the tea and talk.
I thanked her for the buns, of course.
But manners did prevent the mention,
My friend was guilty of deception.
Each cross was plain and very clear.
Sultanas popped up here and there.
The buns were really nice and spicy,
If, indeed, a little icy.
But though, three times, she mentioned how
She loved a hot cross bun, somehow
The only thing that they were not