YOU SAY SCON

You Say Scon

You say scon and
I say scone and
So we disagree!
We have to leave
The table and
Our tea and sympathy

I must go to
Find my tribe who
Use the magic E
And you must dwell
With others who
Can't bear the likes of me

And there upon
The tablecloth
Between our points of view:
The jam and cream
And tasty cakes
Dividing me and you

Now I say scone
And you say scon and
Hate is all we know
Divided by
A letter, and
The way we sound an O

I can't help but
Wonder, if we'd
Really rather be
Discussing it
Together, with
A lovely cup of tea