The TEA

The floral landscape was quite marred by boy and girl in a backyard.


Girl:
Do you think it’s prudent dear,
For you and I to be so near?

Boy:
Who shall gasp if us they see?
We are just two, having tea.

Girl:
I feel I must Sir, ask you why,
You have your hand on my sweet thigh.

Boy:
My dearest, I see nothing ill
In maintaining my grip still.

I merely seek to keep you warm,
And so I hold your lovely form.

Girl:
Well, [removes hand] that might be as you say
But it’s quite warm and hot today.

I’ll thank-you to keep your hand from me,
I fear that my mother should see.

Boy:
And if she did, what would she know?
Only that my love I show.

But if you’re shy, I’ll let you be –
‘Tis enough to share your tea.

Girl:
Thank-you sir, that sounds quite fine.
(It seems somehow I’ll make him mine.)

Boy:
A tea-cake dear? To fill you up?
Or maybe tea inside your cup?

Girl:
No, I wish for us to walk.
Along that path [gestures] we two shall talk.

Boy:
A splendid thought, a grand ol’ plan.
For walking paths, I’m your man!

[she grabs his arm – they walk the path]

Girl:
My these bushes are so high,
I feel they reach up to the sky.

Boy:
My dear I must agree with you,
They quite obscure our view it’s true.

Girl:
What’s more is that they block the sun,
I’m getting cold, this isn’t fun.

Boy:
Why, I may be of help to you!
I know exactly what to do!

Her hat cast off, the ground they meet,
The lovers quite swept off their feet.

A strong embrace, a girlish squeal,
These nymphs make love sound quite ideal.

Alas, those shrubs were four feet tall,
And mummy dearest saw them fall.

Like a hare she hopped right over,
But did not stop to eat the clover.

No! She marched up to the path,
Prepared to release rage and wrath!

Mother:
My flowers! You have crushed them all!
You blindly squashed them with your fall!

The lovers, shocked out of their mind,
Were deeply saddened then to find,
That little posies they had stomped,
Unbeknownst to they that romped.

The girl mom grabbed quite by the ear,
The boy she smartly kicked his rear.

Mother:

My flowers! I just planted these,
And now they’re dead – and with such ease!

You two scoundrels, must now part!
[To him] Never shall you have her heart!

The lovers hung their heads in shame,
Regretful of deserved blame.

But in their minds they truly knew,
On other paths they’d surely woo.

Love is fine, love is grand,
Just be careful of where you stand.