The table in front of us
Is full of sweet treats
Battenburg cake
Thick rich honey
Crumpets
Toffee apples
And sweet sugary tea
A veritable feast
She squeals
Like a party
I wonder if Hatter and Dormouse
Will come
If you believe
They will
I reply
We have been too long
In the dark room
Our body has seized up
And blown up
Like The Cheshire Cat
We really must reduce the potion
But it is hard
I look at her
Sugar coated lips
And deep blue eyes
She doesn't mind getting sticky
I wipe my hands on a napkin
I am happy with my words
But would like to have an adventure
Something new to write about
She smiles
All you have to do is close
Your eyes
And dream
I smile
We both do
This feast has been
A welcome break.
