My lovely, lovely Grandad was always a joy to see
Coming every sunday he'd visit for his tea
and in his bag was always something there for me
a tin of cream doubly thick to
spread on top of treacle but it never, ever,
made me sick,
Oh no,
I loved
this tasty treat of sticky black molasses
eagerly I'd lick the spoon
I swear nothing could surpass it.
So when my spirits are at an ebb
and nothing seems to flow
I reach for that tin of treacle
to get an instant inner glow
Author notes
I love Treacle and I loved my dear Grandad x x 
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A contest entry
- Prompt by AliceinPoetryLand.
1000 points, ended February 12, 9 entries
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Comments
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Oh this is just splendid! Comes from the heart and rhymes beautifully.
Thanks so much for your entry.
Gaylene
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a wonderful tasty treat for the promt yum yum good luck in the contest
maralisa
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Mmm Heeheh all of ths food is making me hungry ..
s Lib x x
Much love Maralisa x x
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