Tea

Will you have a cup of tea? It’s so nice of you to call

To loan your holiday DVD,
That’s something that we’d love to see,
Some other night when we are free
To sit and watch it all.

Would you like a slice of cake? Yes, I made that one myself.

Ah... it took about an hour to bake,
Stop questioning for heaven’s sake,
I know you know that I’m a fake –
And it came off Centra shelf.

You keep droning in my ear of your kids here and abroad,

The one that climbed K2 last year,
That other one, the engineer.
But strange enough, we never hear
Of the one got fired for fraud.

You dropped by at ten to eight and now it’s half past ten.

You were in a hurry, couldn’t wait,
And still you’re prattling in full spate,
You tell me that the chat is great –
And the kettle’s on again.

I suppress a joyful roar, at last you’re standing up,

And now you linger by the door,
You smile and smile and chat some more,
Can’t stop myself saying, are you sure
You won’t have another cup?

There’s one thing that I’ve divined, though its truth we always know,

And that’s the reason and the rhyme
Behind that old song’s paradigm :
Goodbye is such a long, long time,
Three kettlefuls or so.

How fast the time has flown, call again when you are free.

And as you leave, I stop a yawn,
Look down the street, make sure you’re gone,
Then rush to put the kettle on
For another cup of tea.