An Afternoon Tea
Let us sit and chitter chat over a cuppa tea.
the air’s replete with floral fumes, with fresh-bloomed flowers hung to dry,
and the birds are singing merrily, as billowed clouds roll ‘cross the sky.
sweet zephyr dances through the window and greets us with a kiss
so will you come and be my friend and sit right down with me,
and chitter chat of this and that over a cuppa tea.
a silver teapot, newly polished, waits neatly on its tray,
two brand new cups wait by the sill, cooling in the