Tea Party

We refill our teacups again and again,

Pouring from out of a porcelain pot.

Chamomile spills from out of its nose,

Gurgling down to the cups like a snot.

With her finger she stirs our teas,

Having just picked the gooiest booger.

She rhythmically swirls and swirls,

Stirring our teas with cubical sugars.

Feeding each other biscuits and jams,

Our lips are caked by crumbly desserts.

The tea has stained our cavitied teeth,

As well as our napkins and satiny shirts.

We blow on our teas to cool them a little,

Then we sip on the warm soothing brew.

Looking at each other we heartily chortle,

Causing the beverage to spray on our shoes.