“Come and sit down!
Join us! Oh, do!
But don’t jostle and crowd —
you’ll spill our brew!
I mean tea.
It’s a lovely day
in our private vale
and we’d love to share
our pot of ale.
I mean tea.
Would you care for souffle
made with eggs from our hen?
It’s quite de rigueur
(eye of newt is so then).
How about curry?
Ragout? Chops?
And then a sip of
our homegrown hops.
I mean tea.
We’ve changed our brand,
updated our life.
We’re over and done
with the Thane of Fife.
But will we change our message?
No, we won’t:
doubt more what your eyes see
than what they don’t.”
So I joined them,
neither green-skinned nor cankered,
munching brie
and sipping from tankard.
I mean teacup.
It was delightful,
our repast en plein air,
and I hope to be so welcomed
next time I’m there.
Thanks once again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
