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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 *** 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 **** sure I won't refuse
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Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 1:58 PM UTC
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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 *** 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 **** sure I won't refuse
Not a true story . . . just having fun
lorrainecolon
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lorrainecolon
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 1:58 PM UTC
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