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
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