Would You Like a Little More Tea?

You haven’t had any yet, you say?
Well please, sit down!
You pour and I’ll tell you a little tale…

There once was a girl from…….
Oopsie daisy… ahem… wrong tale.
Let’s start again, shall we?

There is a place I have heard of…
a magical place of giggles, sweets, songs and fancy.
But to get there, is the trick. For you see, it is in a far, far, far away country.
And in that far, far, far away country is a forest.
A very, very deep forest.
Now if you want to find this magical place, you will have to travel to the center of the very, very deep forest in the far, far, far away country; which, mind you, will probably take a fortnight to reach.
But you will know you have reached the center, when you have come upon a meadow. Not an ordinary meadow…
A toadstool meadow.
(don’t eat the red ones… nasty little things they are.)

But, beware of the sleeping gnomes.
You must be as quiet as a church mouse in order to slip by without waking them. Which, believe you me, you don’t want to do. Waking them, that is. But you must get past them, for in the center of the toadstool meadow is a brier patch.

And in the middle of that brier patch is a tree.

Push past the wild brier rose, but be careful not to let it bite you, and through the sweet jasmine vines and there you will find it.

The Door.

If you can unlock the door and slip through to the other side, the path you will see will lead to much glee!

It starts early in the morning,

when the caged bird sings.

It’s a party. A party of Tea!

Decorations abound and abloom.
The table is laid…

Cakes and sweets

Pies and treats.

Once the tea has been poured,

by the host of the party,
and a grand, flourishing bow has been bowed,
the songs can be sung, the riddles riddled and the tales can be spun.

When the candles have burned down and twilight is settling in,

the path home will appear and good byes will go round…
‘til next year.

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