She serves me nothings
Teacups with cream on a tray
So I mow her lawn.
Clouds topped with berries
Eve and the snake on acid
Fondly remember.
Dimpled bow tied man
Wears gloves when he holds her hand
And creams his white tea.
Prettily she smiles
Pink panties left in a pan
Then sautéed with rum.
High tea pinched with salt
Lather her crumpets with brie
And hope for the best.
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