Afternoon Tea Inspection

An English tradition, now so rare
Afternoon tea in mother's parlour.
The table set as she warms the pot,
His nerves explain his opal pallor.

Tea served in the best Royal Doulton
With crust less sandwich and dainty cakes.
Endless questions about his intent,
No wonder the poor man has the shakes.

Where are you going? What a to do!
I apologise for her prying.
Another boyfriend will soon be gone
Again left alone at home, crying.

Just to get past first base would be nice
The joy of life, the only daughter
Why can't I taste passion and feel lust
Just to feel love once like I oughta!

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