Tea Poem by Barbara Rosenthaler

A feisty, heisty, frivolous, frump,
Had herself another lump,
To sweeten, steaming, steeping tea,
Some like lemon, but not for me. Tea is something sipped tis said,
On the road or in a bed.
Heat your pot before you brew
With water bubbling rising hot. Don't leave early, don't leave late,
Or you could meet an unknown fate
You make a date at which to "call,"
Perhaps this spring, perhaps next fall. Lights are dimming, evening's through,
Lovely party! Bye! Bye! to you.