An Orkney Tea Party?
Scotch right now, at time of tea?
I just couldn’t, can’t you see?
What about our standards, man?
I’m just not sure good Sir Orkney.
But traveler with an eye so rare
You sit on lands beyond compare
Put down your pen, pick up the mug
This is no time for standard fare.
"This should not present a chore
Please sit with me, o sly young boar
We’ll not have biscuits at our feast
I have sausage in the drawer."
Sir, that idea might be misplaced
This sustenance, not too my taste
They could be my fallen friends
I’ll just sift through kitchen waste.
"Right you are my feral friend
Apologies I do extend
Shall I pour another dram
While to the bucket you attend?"
A delicious feast I shall dig out
That’s why I have this lovely snout
What scrumptious vittles with my malt
I just can’t sniff a flavor out.
That would be the bacon grease
From my breakfast...ham, eggs and cheese.
Eat until your heart’s content
If you’d like, I saved a piece.
Oh my word, I’ve lost my way
What was that you just did say?
Sir, I beg, please have respect
This is not the Orkney way.
"Just be glad you’re not a horse
And I a savage, hungry Norse
We could have had a cup of tea
Now DRINK my friend, with no remorse!"
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What? Scotch instead of tea at tea time? Why, Orkney, don't mind if I do!--Ari Berk, 04 June 2010
I just couldn’t, can’t you see?
What about our standards, man?
I’m just not sure good Sir Orkney.
But traveler with an eye so rare
You sit on lands beyond compare
Put down your pen, pick up the mug
This is no time for standard fare.
"This should not present a chore
Please sit with me, o sly young boar
We’ll not have biscuits at our feast
I have sausage in the drawer."
Sir, that idea might be misplaced
This sustenance, not too my taste
They could be my fallen friends
I’ll just sift through kitchen waste.
"Right you are my feral friend
Apologies I do extend
Shall I pour another dram
While to the bucket you attend?"
A delicious feast I shall dig out
That’s why I have this lovely snout
What scrumptious vittles with my malt
I just can’t sniff a flavor out.
That would be the bacon grease
From my breakfast...ham, eggs and cheese.
Eat until your heart’s content
If you’d like, I saved a piece.
Oh my word, I’ve lost my way
What was that you just did say?
Sir, I beg, please have respect
This is not the Orkney way.
"Just be glad you’re not a horse
And I a savage, hungry Norse
We could have had a cup of tea
Now DRINK my friend, with no remorse!"
***
Facebook Status Poem:
What? Scotch instead of tea at tea time? Why, Orkney, don't mind if I do!--Ari Berk, 04 June 2010