by Elliott Bell
I can’t believe that you’ve agreed
To attend my cliff-side tea party.
This big rock will be our seat and table.
No, the boulder need not be stable,
And of course it teeters on the cliff –
So if it falls, we go down with.
We look ridiculous, by the way,
Sipping sweetly as we sway.
But before you get too comfy,
You should know (though this is lovely)
I have no intention of drinking tea –
I just wanted you to fall with me.