Tea Thyme

Shattered crystal, china plates

Cast aside from well-set place

Catty strides faced swooping grace

Set to chase at breakneck pace

See now table halfway turned

Broken leg by mistress mourned

And when the tea was spilt, it burned

Pot, like kettle, spurned

Hoi, Cat-grin! Swoop-hands! Make this mess!

Mend every shard, no more, no less

Take up your shoes, hang down your dress

And off to bed, 'til dusk's caress

(Crystal ball and china set

Put away, all warm and wet.)