High Tea

Oh, what the heck

I’ve a rather long neck

But it’s useful for me

Because Devonshire tea

Is my favourite snack

So why would I hold back?

I reached it with ease

But avoided the teas

As the cups are too small

Or perhaps I’m too tall.

However, I’m grateful

For every plateful

You add to your menu

At this divine venue.

Billy went to the barber,

With a kiss-curl in his hair,

When the barber cut it off,

There was a budgie there!

The bells ring

(cling, clang)

Feet dance

(tippity tap)

Voices sing

(hip hooray)

Hands clap

(slap, slap)

The streets cheer:

‘The war is over!’

My curtains draw

(swish, swash)

My clock clicks

(tick, tock)

My tears slip

(drip, drop)

My heart aches

(crash-break)

My brother won’t come home.

The war is over.