There was a buzz in the air of excitement
as she powdered the pot plants in glitter
spreading linen and lace tops onto polish
you could see she was all of a dither.
Then she drew out her finest bone china
poured emerald tea leaves in the strainer,
she giggled with glee at the very thought
of the party she had planned before her.
Garbo sighed with a disdainful resignation
stalking out from the room to her boudoir,
while Lancelot scuttled happily at her heels
then he sneezed setting fire to the curtains.
The guests then arrived in a flurry of kerfuffle
dragons jostling for balance on the balcony.
Madam M graced the room with love hearts
while Sir P poured fresh coffee and walnuts.
Master J sung his greetings in Jamaican verse
as Mistress S plucked the strings on her lyre.
Lady Lou and her Knight danced the fox-trot
and Miss Q teased Lord Grassman to join her.
Lady Fu did declare this party her best ever
while Lancelot snuck fairy cakes in the corner.
Up from the teapot came a quiet rumbling snore
‘Don’t worry’ said Sir P ‘it’s only the Dormouse
she’s so tired I don’t think we can blame her.’