I was having tea at my neighbor's house --
A nice gal, though a bit mysterious.
Her tea left me feeling refreshed, and . . . well,
I'd describe it as delirious
I felt I was twirling and frolicking
In the midst of a swift-running stream,
A cluster of daisies hung 'round my neck,
And I thought "Life's a beautiful dream"
I had no worries - not one single care --
Then the poetry began to flow . . .
My audience was a flock of water birds,
But they left when it began to snow
Ghosts of fantasy . . . . . then reality
Ebbed and flowed like waves on the ocean;
I strongly suspect that my herbal tea
Had been laced with a magic potion
Now my neighbor's an avid gardener,
(And always in such a good spirit!)
But there's one patch that's strictly off-limits . . .
She makes certain no one gets near it
It's all fenced in and a pit bull stands guard,
A sign reads "Keep out or you'll be shot,"
I strongly doubt it's mint or cilantro . . .
I could be wrong, but I think it's pot
Well, what's an old lady to do for thrills,
At my age there's not that much to lose;
So when she invites me over for tea,
You can be damn sure I won't refuse