Emily



Sitting so tenderly
Shy little Emily
Clutching her rosary
to her red lips so gingerly.
I saw sweet little Emily
Having tea with the dead.

Please sit down sir,
The tea is just right
For such a sultry summer night.
You are a gentleman I perceive
So I’ll trust you to pour the tea.
Don’t be shy, come sit by me
I crave companionship you see.
You’re a sweet young man
So I must insist
To reward your visit with a kiss.

Sitting with Emily
Sly little Emily
Clutching her rosary
To her red lips so gingerly.
Sitting forever-
We have tea with the dead.