I found my mother’s old recipe for yo-yo biscuits,
I made myself a batch! They were so delicious.
The biscuit: fragile, delicate, custard powder yellow with decorative fork prints,
The icing: buttery smooth and pale pink to match the rosewater essence.

One biscuit each afternoon, and tea poured onto a dash of milk in a fine china cup!
After a week, the yo-yo’s had disappeared – I mean to say, they were all eaten up!
They were exactly like what my Mum used to bake –
They were first rate! But, I’d made a mistake…

So, I made another batch – the same again,
And put them all into a biscuit tin,
And brought them to my dear old neighbour –
Stayed for a cuppa – bergamot flavour.

When I got home I added a note –
At the end of the recipe, here’s what I wrote:
‘Put in a tin, and then visit someone.’
Exactly like what my mum would have done.