This new poem was submitted by Eunice last week.  - poetheart 05/12/03

A clock on the wall
Keeps time back and forth
As the pendulum swings
Till quarter of four

It rings once to warn
That soon it will be
Straight up at the hour
And thus time for tea

The maid comes in dressed
With her smug upturned nose
Fishnets to her thighs
A cute pair of hose

Ornate silver platter
Ordained with some scones
Hot tea and crumpets
Arranged in a row

Guests gather and fuss
Round the parlor at tea
Impressing each other
Betraying their greed

Soon they are drunk
Imagine their grin
The maid spiked each cup
With a jigger of gin

© 2001 Eunice Irwin

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