Invited me over for tea.
The mood was torpid, the talk was vapid;
The descent into fidgety misery was rapid.
Millicent droned on and on and on
About her dismal daughter and stuporous son;
Neither was wedded, or even employed,
And of any interest completely devoid.
I sighed and suffered and wished I were dead,
As my mind dissolved and my poor ears bled,
Then, unable to take it, I exploded in laughter,
Took off my clothes and swung from the rafter.
Inquired Ms. Menzies McPhee.
I said, "You are a tiresome, torturous bimbo!"
As the S.W.A.T. team came and rappelled in her window.
I was removed to the sanitarium post haste,
Which saved her life with not a second to waste.
And the moral is, most obviously,
If you want to have tea...
Don't have it with Millicent
for Ella's photo challenge at Real Toads.