Dreams of America IV: Tea Time Dispair

The chatter of ladies filled up the air,
Tea was in plenty and nothing was spared,
Posh was the hotel, all things were neat,
Exquisitely placed on Potomac’s seat.
Wit and good manners, words craftily cared.

“Oh my, good gracious. Have you not heard?”
“The polls are now showing the other’s preferred!”
“How do you think that they managed that feat?”
“The Congress, now Senate, they’re up by one seat!”
The ladies continued fore now they were lured.

“Why must they put on such a great fuss?”
“They were not born here. They’re nothing like us.”
“Did you see Dee Dee, her dress is quite sweet,”
“But haven’t we seen those shoes on her feet.”
No one paid heed to the staff who did bus.

“I think I’ll go to Barbados to shop,”
“Wednesday is good, it’s just a short hop.”
“Thank you but please don’t save me a seat,”
“William and I are gone on retreat.”
You’d swear you heard Nero fiddle non-stop.


by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2007 Rodney Alan Crater