Today was a tough day,
Sit down I’ll spoil the tea
As is the American way;
Just be simple and flop happy,
Like lettuce on shortbread,
Let us breath in the aromas,
Let us practice eating biscuits
Let us be lettuce together again
Kettles filled again and again
To the brim of the brim
Wits and whims waiting,
Hidden in trees like owls
Who swoop in on better days
When proper English tea
Softens our toughest days..
And the biscuit practice pays off,
Dipped happily in steaming cups.
