My Dresser Served Me Tea
I live in a magical house with my cats, He and She.
They love me to pieces and give me some glee.
Yesterday at a quarter before ten until three
My dresser gave a bow and served me some tea.
The windows of the house are crisp, clean, and free.
Of cobwebs and dust, they truly do not reflect me.
I am grimy and dirty, said my pal, Sally Anne Lee.
But delighted of course that my dresser served me.
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