The table is neat,
the teapot is in place,
and the teacups look cute.
An assortment of biscuits
wait for the guests to arrive;
the cake rises on its own.
The tea cosy remains quiet
waiting for the jug to boil,
tea leaves, milk, sugar,
and the sweet teapot.
Another tablecloth will
not do, as this one is from
Hungary, blue and white.
The clash of decor is
bohemian, yet the scene
is set for afternoon tea.
Like silk on their lips, the
Japanese Butter Cake
turns minds to putty.
That afternoon, she found
out all the gossip, then set
the pieces into place
for the garden competition.
C & K 