Tea is quite tasty if you ask me.
Warm and soothing, it fills me with glee.
So you pay five bucks here for a cup,
But you’re in a tree house, so what’s up?!
Birds fly ’round and ’round the room.
Flowers smell like sweet perfume.
From the rooftop, watchful cats peer in.
But eating these birds would be a sin!
Tea Time
The smell of spices fills the air.
Careful on the rickety stairs!
Rocks of zen adorn the floor.
Good luck closing the squeaky door!
Goldfish swim within your table
Whilst you drink as much tea as you’re able.
Welcome to the Old Tea Shop.
Tea here is the cream of the crop!
2 Comments
November 14, 2009 at 3:37 am
im pretty sure its not a tree house Kaley…fancy lying in a poem: the worst kind of lie
November 15, 2009 at 10:05 am
Mama & I have an obsession with tree houses we’ve discovered, & this old place is definitely close enough for us.
You were so cute squeezing into the ridiculously cozy table hahaha!!