Zero-Gravity Tea Ceremony

Told you can come no further
for your papers aren't yet dry
I fixed him with an icy glare
and I'll explain here why.

I'm battered and I'm broken
my eyebrow doesn't seem to fit,
a crunching in my toe bone
where it's lost it's cosy knit.

This voyage through the ozone
makes the ear drums burst
you've the effrontery to tell me
that I can't relieve my thirst.

Well

he bowed his head before me
you could see I'd got to him
a man that's here before
with supposedly no sin.

Pots were quickly gathered
with cups dainty and sky blue,
the kettle soon was boiling
in the saucer cookies too.

We sat round in a circle
on the comfiest of clouds
balancing the feast on
the remnants of my shrouds.

As we sat replete and smiling
thunder crashed across the sea
I said don't be taking on so,
Lad come and have some tea.

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Poets Choice Trigger 45