Mrs. Tea

Miss Georgia peach

Preach! to me

Your morning

Dew,

Spill your tea to me

On this Sunday afternoon.

High noon

Shadowy past, nowhere to hide

Spotlight

No covering up our past

A glass,

Is however you to perceive

it

I'll receive you, however you please

Tea.

I'm just sipping your tea.

A country boy at heart

On a warm Summer's eve

Savoring, the company of my butter-pecan

Partial Puerto-Rican

African queen.

Slowly sipping your tea

(Inhales) Your essence is so refreshing.