Ten Over Six
Pour piping tea
Into imaginary cups
Flying on saucers
Dappling the tablecloth
Which isn’t.
Immerse the tarts
In sweetened dregs
Between spurious conversation
With yourself.
Who else can be trusted
With yesterday’s forecast
Of looming storms
Stalking the week.
Least of all on paper.
Cheers to the hatter
Twice-over the hare
Excellent companions
For a tea-loving fellow.
Indeed.
Indeed.
Indeed.
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
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