Tea with Mrs. Keeling
In the summer of forty eight
Mrs. Keeling taught him how to pluck pears.
In her, honey-suckle covered yard
There were two large old trees.
The, Keeling, house had burned years before.
She was a gracious, lonley, southern, lady
Living in an apartment above a drug store,
That bore her name.
He plucked her pears as instructed.
She served them tea in her best china.
Nothing matched anymore, but
Humbly, did the best she could.
They sat in her, sun drenched, kitchen
Sipped tea and shared perfectly ripened pears,
a divine day for white trash royalty.
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