In a quiet corner of the porcelain sky,
Miss Scone sits, her ribbons shy.
She dreams of the tales that cupcakes spin,
But her stories are wrapped and tucked within.
Doodles dance around her round little head,
Scribbles of words that are left unsaid.
When morning dew whispers gentle chimes,
Silent Scone even forgets the time.
The curious cakes sip their tea,
While the silent scones wonder,
what ever could be
Better than biscuits, all crumbly and sweet.
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