Scenario @ 96
May I pour y'u a cup of som' tulsi green tea
Keep yo'r demitasse safe in yo'r breakfront
For yo'r Ladies Club meeting next Tuesday
When y'u serve- yo'r Chesterfield crumpets
And, then I look...into her sad tired, eye's,
Realize these visits are like treasure to her
So I say, ''This party calls for demitasse''
Said, it makes her green tea, th' more tangy
Som'times I wonder who'll come to visit me
When I'm 96 'n unable to reach the tea cups
Thing is... I hate tea, an' own no demitasse
Does this mean I will have to die lonely...?
_______ F j R_______
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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR
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