Ladies at tea
Frighten me!
The tea is amber,
The ices lush;
But I always feel
That I'm swallowing plush
When the repartee
Becomes sharp and prickly;
I smile and nod
And agree too quickly;
And squirm for the victims
Slaughtered lightly;
And wish for a sign-board
To signal brightly
These welcoming words
To allay my fear:
'Chicken-hearted,
Exit, here! '
Ladies at tea
Frighten me!
Mona Gould
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ladies-at-tea/
