Tea Time
I’m having tea with Flaming June and Shakespeare,
he is blathering on about Hamlet, as usual
and God forbid she should try to stay awake for once.
Can it be she is dreaming of sleeping
in a field strewn with roses and cherubs?
For if he says another word about
not knowing what we may be,
I’ll be plugging my ears with the tea leaves
And joining her in artistic repose.
I’m having tea with Flaming June and Shakespeare,
he is blathering on about Hamlet, as usual
and God forbid she should try to stay awake for once.
Can it be she is dreaming of sleeping
in a field strewn with roses and cherubs?
For if he says another word about
not knowing what we may be,
I’ll be plugging my ears with the tea leaves
And joining her in artistic repose.
(c)2010 Noreen Braman
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