Sit a while and have a cup of tea,
From whence have you come? What did you see?
Tell me something that will interest me.
Are you hungry? Have you had any dinner?
I'd hate to have you leave my table thinner.
Are you thirsty? Would you like something stronger than tea?
There's nothing like talking over a good Brandy.
Oh are you tired already? Have we really been talking for so long?
No, no you can't leave this late it would just be wrong.
No need to worry I know just the thing to do,
I'll make up a nice comfortable bed just for you.
And in the morning when you've rested your tired head,
We'll have a breakfast with tea and sweet bread.
Oh, you're up already. How did you sleep?
Like a baby ha ha surely not the kind that weep.
How about some coffee? Do you like yours strong?
Some milk and sugar sure I'll bring along.
You need to take a shower before you can go.
Of course I understand use any towel in that row.
You need some slippers and a robe.
Of course I understand you must disrobe.
Your clothes need to be washed and pressed.
Of course I understand we can't have you undressed.
You'd like bacon, pancakes, and scrambled egg.
Of course I understand you never eat sweet bread.
You'd like a tour of the house before you leave.
Of course I understand it's hard to just leave.
Let's start the tour with the front door.
Do me a favor don't come back here no more!
(C) 2013 Copyright Elena Plotkin
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