Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Poem: Sipping Tea
Susie Sylvester was sipping her tea,
while Sammy slurped soup from a silver tureen.
they stared out the window as squirrels skittered by,
and silly sapsuckers flew through the sky,
when Mrs. Sylvester sashayed through the room,
she stopped to sweep peanuts and scrub the spittoon,
Mr. Sylvester slammed the screen door,
and sputtered his rage at the cat on the floor,
he slunk to the table and picked up his spoon,
spilling soup on his shirt and his shiny right shoe,
before he could shriek at this newest snafu,
his wife served him chocolate soufflé and beef stew,
the family continued to sup, slurp and sip,
and a squirrel sauntered by with a saucy, sly skip.