I once was invited
To go to High Tea
At a beautiful place
So I said certainly
The room was in
A quaint hotel
With wealthy ladies
Yes, I could tell
All decked out
In our finest clothes
Standing together
For a picture we posed
Tables adorned
With pretty flowers
Silver tea pots
To shine, took hours
Fancy pastries
Tasted good
I ate all of mine
I knew I would
After the waiter
Poured the tea
I drank my full cup
Immediately
It’s really my preference
To go to a place
That serves margaritas
They’re more to my taste
By, Randee Saber 6/17/06
