Two little cousins at Grandmas’
as posh as girlies could be,
were having an afternoon splendid,
in the pantry with biscuits and tea.
The feast was pronounced to be ready,
and morsels disbursed to each guest,
so Grandma returned to her kitchen,
her slippers finally at rest.
When above the tinkling of teacups,
said the more spiritual of the two,
shouldn’t they wait for grace,
the
proper thing to do.
Silence enveloped the pantry,
Grandma smiled into her tea,
If Grace
were really coming, said the other,
where could she possibly be?
©vcletkeman
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