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Next
morning landed late that day
Lacking
sunlight missing cues
Asserted
gazes muttered loudly
Floating tea leaves in their brews
The
Teapot Spout was steaming
At
such a chorus rabble there
Cheesy
grins and whiskered chins
Disappearing
everywhere
Cards
were dealing underhand
Spreading
rumours to the tweedy
That
royal tea was privileged
Quite
unsuited to the needy
Less
draining in the hampered net
Reluctant
cosy bubbles sank
Tensions
taut in twisted talk
Seemed
rashly rude in spite of rank
Raging
Hares were marching by
Accusing
caddies of concealment
Harboured
grudges pitching cartons
Revering
royal teas bemusement
Blending
backwards in a teapot stew
Defiant Caddy’s
plea contends
How
rinsing tints with regal mints
Repelled
imperial condescends
Civility
at breaking point
Suggested
ruinous conditions
Cornered
schemes on table themes
In
states of less than fair divisions
Offbeat I fear the Teapot spilt
Too
much-unused trickling time
Lacking
laurels in these quarrels
Pouring
scorn on riddled rhymes
Pointedly with a silver spoon
At trays of teas to suit one's haste
The hearty queen shrieked outrage
Too much zest and tang to taste
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