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