/// We were having Late Afternoon Tea,
just my sister Camelia and me.
Seated outdoors among
floral blooms, she was stung,
when her bonnet attracted a bee.
/// At “The Magic Hour” bathed in gold beams,
her great beauty seemed airy, like dreams.
Then the sting caused such pain
to her scalp and her brain,
that she shattered my vase with her screams.
/// We were having Late Afternoon Tea,
just my sister Camelia and me.
Seated outdoors among
floral blooms, she was stung,
when her bonnet attracted a bee.
/// At “The Magic Hour” bathed in gold beams,
her great beauty seemed airy, like dreams.
Then the sting caused such pain
to her scalp and her brain,
that she shattered my vase with her screams.