Mary's Head

Mary’s Head Mary, a prominent socialite from the Berkshires Being proper and polite Had a good head on her shoulders In accordance with her stature in life Invited guests would join her in the parlor For afternoon delights Fortnum’s tea and scones would set the mood just right High tea in New England is the only way to enjoy a lovely day When Mary took a dainty bite A petite bite you could say From a mini sandwich from the tray Her head fell off In a most unladylike and curious way It was shocking and quite the scare Even her body looked a little silly standing there Holding a tea in one hand, sandwich in the other And if she had another, she would surely scratch her head If she had one…. This was such a delicate matter No one gathered, knew exactly what to say The detached head rolled to the floor and down the hall While she was speaking on and on Gathering speed with every word Sounding funny as it tumbled down the steps Into a wondrous world No one knew what she was saying As her head rolled toward the shore People speculating and searching for a cure Perhaps it was the bread….or something they had said Massachusetts is a lovely place this time of year But remember to keep your head about you when you are there