Off to Miriam's to attend her "Tea",
with my old cronies, 'Cat' and me.
Scoured closets for clothes to wear,
powdered my face, patted my hair.
Grabbed my keys and out the door,
to meet the 'girls' at half past four.
Bought a teensy gift of wine,
for Miriam's nightcap at half past nine.
Teas and cakes adorn the table,
Edith's there and so is Mabel.
Formosa Oolong, Mocha Dream,
English Breakfast, Pumpkin Cream.
"Why not pop the cabernet?
(Unless you'd rather have Earl Grey?)"
A couple rounds and then it's 'spent',
which set the tone of this event.
"Bring another, dear", we said,
and one appeared from 'neath the bed.
Fits of giggles, fits of grins,
old photos spring from muffin tins.
Talk about the days gone by,