Afternoon Tea

There lived a little man on the far side of the hill,
He lived on ground-up hazelnuts and celery and dill,
His coat was made of lollypops, his trousers wove from twine,
And he wore a hat of beaver tails, it really looked quite fine.

I called one day, upon the morn, to dine on Eccles Cake,
He served it up on Banyan Leaves and ate it with a rake,
We had our tea in china cups with a Tiger for a cloth,
And Mice served-up our Jaffa Cakes, the butler was a Sloth.

At half-past four I took my leave and thanked my jovial host,
He said I was most welcome, then tied me to a post,
And I've been here for three long years, it really is too bad,
For I never packed my dinner suit, it makes me feel quite sad.

No Escape

The oddest afternoon tea imaginable served by mice who are overseen by a sloth under-butler.

Category

Nonsense Verse

Author

Max Scratchmann

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