There was a time when I used to
Loathe tea-parties,
Organized by housewives who
Had nothing better to do,
Than to sit around with chit chat,
Saving the world from this and that,
Sipping their spot of tea
In posh English fashion,
With a drop of milk.
How I had vowed never to stoop so low,
As to be air-headed and all,
And yet I have become enlightened,
And discovered the very vitality of it,
The necessity to take a break
From life's fast lane,
For a spot of tea
In posh English fashion,
With a drop of milk.