Revenge and Buttered Scones

She loves revenge and buttered scones for tea,
So works her way through novels “of a kind”;
She’s not excitable, but makes quite free
With all those naughty frissons in her mind;
The ones that cake cannot content at all;
No matter how it’s flavoured or displayed;
But scones are something else – she can recall
The richness of each mouthful; she has made
Her way through the sultanas in the mix
Washed down by tea and currants, so her buns
Are digested and the fruit never sticks;
Unlike the printed word that often stuns
Our heroine in tea rooms, who you see
With books and looks and buttered scones for tea