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Is this the forest of Arden?
No, but it suits me well
to sit here in my garden
and feel the herbal spell.
Come here and sit with me,
and let us have our tea.
The bread cut like triangles
you pop into my mouth
while I gaze at the angles
of your shade to the south.
Put in just one more lump
to warm my poor old stump!
You slice one more cucumber,
replenishing our store
as I fall into slumber.
and dream of one cup more.
Oh, what a genteel nest
for me to take my rest!
I'm dreaming of an Entwife
with moss like ripened wheat
who with her slender bread knife
makes sandwiches en suite.
Come - give me one with ham,
and one with raspberry jam!
All through the afternoon,
as I contented snore,
you measure with your spoon
Earl Grey for one mouth more.
Tea for a hungry lout!
There comes our son - young Sprout.
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