English Tea Poem by Malory Joyce

Upon the stove was the hot water,
I grabbed the utmost fancy cup,
and you with the milk and sugar,
then a trains whistle took notice.

I ran up stairs to put on my dress,
heard my name in the distance,
not one single moment less,
I hurried myself down to the kitchen.

The water magically changed color,
so he held me up and I poored the milk in,
then carefully with two tea spoons of sugar,
I handed him the spoon and watched him stir.

Tossed me on the bed and opened the curtin,
he sat down right beside me,
handing me my warm English muffin,
and my fancy cup of English Tea.