Grandmothers & Tea

I’d rather have a cup of tea.
I truly would.
What’s all this nonsense?
A party, in Eastwood?
Don’t be absurd.
I hate parties,
You daft bird.

Alcohol?
Don’t be silly.
I said “no”, and
“That’s final Milly!”.
Drugs?
Get out you fool!
I’m serious.
You ridiculous tool!
Now I like music.
Yep, give me some jazz.
I can show you real pizazz!
I remember the days, back in 39’
There was none of this nonsense of
“Working 9 till five”
I was never a partier; me.
I was always so very shy.
I could never get in the partying mood.
But I must admit I liked the food.
No, I insist.
Go without me, my sweet.
I’ll be fine, need to just rest my feet.
You look just dashing,
Hold on… “Pull your skirt down a bit love,”
“There we go, you look just fine.
Have fun dear, don’t drink too much wine!”
“What am I going to do?”
Well, I’m going to have a cup of tea.
With a sugar, and milk.
Maybe a biscuit or two.
It’s alright pet: “Love you too!”
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I thought of this, and imagined a conversation of a granddaughter who loves parties, and I imagined what her grandmother would say. It amused me.

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