Four o’clock somewhere
High tea in a coconut
The sun never sets.
Time for the love, dear
Rouge petals on a tweed coat
He smiles a bit much.
Starched collared and flushed
King James and a spot of rum
The vicar is dead.
Comely and Creamy
White tea is too strong for her
Moss on the stained glass.
A rose for a blush
Tip for a twelve o’clock girl
Till the dead garden.
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