Hot steams curl up from the cup the paled tea has a smile hiding somethign mischievous As if a flood flashed in the Nile
Giggles from the newspapers have their wink It is to spruce up? But no more than a sink the weather is inclement with a cover of cloud Sun is burried inside, my mind under a shroud
Something fishy is around the corner And serious topics on the back burner? Just wondering where I have to go to-day is as usual or special I have to know
She leaned towards me and asked to what I am up Nothing Hunny, It is the storm in my tea cup