A teatime poem by Stephen Thompson The happy tune of china cups Softly chattering on the silver tray And then the glow as they sat in the sunlight Flashing their golden smiles In the kitchen the kettle whistled a summons To chide a tardy hostess The leaves fluttered down like butterflies Into the welcoming pot Bubbling water gushed from the spout To embrace the leaves in the pot There they cuddled in comfortable congress while scones appeared from the oven To exhale on a delicate dish The jam and the cream in their crystal bowls Suffered to be seated on the table With knife and spoon in respectful attendance Awaiting the cheerful guests Then arrived pot and guests in momentary confusion 'Till the tea was poured amid appropriate comments And the serious business of partying began.