FOR PAM

FOR PAM, MY M.E. FRIEND IN GEORGIA

Queen Emmy the First sits on high,

(Gable of garage roof),

Surveys her domain, with a queenly eye,

Regal, serene, aloof.

King Teddy the First joins her,

They rub noses together.

“Nice up here, isn't it?” he says,

“Especially in summer weather”.

“I’m hungry”, says King Teddy.

“Do you think they have our tea on?

“Well, let's go see”, says Queen Emmy,

Let's go now and ask Ffion.”

Queen Emmy the First ricochets off the roof,

Queenly hauteur quite forgot,

For, if King Teddy gets to food first,

She knows – oh, so well - he will scoff the lot.

Ffion