An Invitation to Tea

 

 

A Witches' Tea 

will be served at three

  For all my magic friends

      And Me 

                                                          

You're invited to prepare the pot

And drink it while it's piping hot

We'll have some treats upon a tray

And nibble til it's time to play

We'll practice all our games and spells

Until we all can do them well

And from the cups the leaves we'll read

And tell some fortunes with great speed

For it's a busy day,  you see

And yet we must make time for tea

And afterwards a fond goodbye

As on our brooms to home we'll fly.

       

If I forgot to tell you where

I guess that we won't see you there.

                                                                 SMB

(This is a reprint of a post I did a few years ago. I did add a few more lines to my poem to make it new again. This will be my last post before Halloween. And we all know what comes next.)