Afternoon Tea

Tea Rooms are a sacred place

Patronised by the English race

Within its venerated portals

The English are higher mortals

There is no beer swilling here

Clinking of cups with plenty of cheer

Hidden is the pot of tea by a cosy

All is well and pleasantly rosey

Hot water jugs to replenish the pot

Cream cakes, scones are the lot

Polite conversation with some gossip 

They do their cups of tea sip

Within this haven of grace

Belong exclusively the English race

A place of warmth and tranquility

Where ladies sit in complete serenity

The highest manners are to be found

Often around tables that are round

Milk jugs, sugar bowls all do match

Sometimes beneath a roof of thatch

Tea Rooms for afternoon tea

Is about which life should be

Cucumber sandwiches a special treat

Are almost impossible to beat

Here sit the English in their element

For them the Tea Rooms are permanent

It is a place where they frequently cluster

And before they arrive out comes the duster

Tablecloths are a must

For there can be no speck of dust

Tea bags are banned at the door

With pots of loose tea galore

Everything stops in time for tea

Where we can sit and feel free

This daily ritual is our tradition

To interfere would be sedition