Tea 4 Two
sitting on the (front) lawn,
it's just you and me;
welcoming the morning's glow,
sharing a cup of tea
here comes nosy anna welsh,
walking that ghastly beast;
town crier of the neighborhood,
trouble, to say the least!
"what are you folks drinking?"...she asks,
"looks kind of fishy to me";
"mind if i sit in for a spell?"...
"would you like a bit of company?"
"excuse us for a moment"...i reply
"i think i hear our phone!";
before you can utter "poppycock",
anna's standing all alone
an hour or so has passed,
soon, it's the middle of the day;
finally, she accepts her cue,
then madly walks away!
sitting on the (back) lawn,
it's just you and me;
a shame it is to spin a fib,
to keep your sanity!
Copyright © Milton Toran | Year Posted 2009
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