A Tea Party In My Head

Sometimes I have a tea party in my head

The guests come when all is said

The guests come with invite in hand

Flowers on tables where butterflies land

Colorful pastries so everyone is well fed

This is what happens at a tea party in my head

We drink tea and eat crumpets

We eat scones and hear trumpets

My guests laugh and tell stories

of days when we were all in our glories

We pour tea from a kettle spout

Until we run out of things to talk about

Alas when the tea gets cold

The guests must leave as I am told

I forget sometimes of what I just led

For it was just a tea party in my head