My Great Aunt was a stickler|
For fine china and afternoon tea.
She claimed it afforded her
A genteel, pampered serenity,
She'd heat the water to a boil,
Warm her tea pot, French Haviland
And steep the finest tea leaves
Until robust, never bland.
Then she'd politely invite me,
Stacking tiny tea cakes carefully.
Tuck a napkin under my chin,
Our lovely tea party about to begin.
I guess I was only six years old
But she made me feel like Royalty
When she poured from her fine tea pot
That delightful Chamomile tea.
My great Aunt's gone to heaven.
To that grand tea party up above.
Now her beautiful tea pot is mine.
My guests enjoy tea, iced cakes and love.
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