Teatime

Could that be a spot of tea?

I hope that tea is there for me.

To say "no" would mean misery.

But if mine, I'd drink happily.

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Ah, this tea, it is so warm.

But why friend do you look forlorn?

Friend, consider thee forewarned,

I treat grumpiness with dash of scorn.

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That look remaining in your eyes,

As I move onto cakes and pies,

So delicious, cannot lie,

This food must have been sanctified.

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Belly's full, now no more room.

I see it shall be evening soon.

Don't wish to travel in the gloom,

So off I'll go, oh off I'll zoom.

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Come morning, a new sunrise.

Light's filtered into my eyes.

A new day under this world's skies.

Another day for tea and pies.

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So come to tea and don't be late.

Have unbirthdays to celebrate.

To refuse would make me quite irate.

On that, I'll let you contemplate.

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Ah, you have all gathered round.

Let the tea and cakes abound.

Let us all make joyful sound.

Tea and biscuits, pennies, pounds!