“Good afternoon,
it’s time for tea.
Would you like a biscuit?”
The wombat
asked me.
The world is laughing.
“Why are they laughing?”
I asked, on that autumn afternoon.
“Why wouldn’t they be laughing?” a man asked me.
“It’s time for tea!”
The wombat
said impatiently, “May I have a biscuit?”
“I do enjoy a good biscuit.
That and laughing.”
And the wombat
agreed with me that afternoon
during tea.
We drank together,
the wombat and me.
Myself, I, and me–
together ate a biscuit
and drank steaming green tea.
We spent time laughing
that afternoon.
We laughed together, the wombat
and me. So chuckled the wombat
and so giggled me
(on that silly afternoon),
that we crumbled a biscuit
(so much laughing)
and spilt our steaming green tea.
“Green tea,”
said the wombat,
“is good for drinking, but while laughing…”
He raised an eyebrow and looked at me,
as he nibbled a biscuit
in the dying afternoon.
Afternoon
tea and a biscuit
appeases me.
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