Not Dressed For Tea

[meicalabawen]

Any comments appreciated.

Not Dressed For Tea
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The bottom dweller lives
If you can call it life
At the bottom of a well
Where he serves endless rounds
Of afternoon tea
To cyclids and bromiads
Of good repute.

From time to time a bucket
Descends into his space
And he politely, always politely
Fills it with water from the spring
Also at the bottom of the well.

Once, but only once, men climbed down
Into the well, their curiosity
Overcoming their common sense.
But quickly climbed back up
With much sweat and fear.
They could not understand tea
At the bottom of a well
And, I suppose, the bottom dweller
Surprised them too.

After all, he was not dressed
For guests
And his companion
Was not dressed for flesh.

Such is life, at the bottom
Of a well.

[Oneonine]

Oooh, I loved this. And I'm not a poetry person usually.

I bet if you had a few more they would look good in a childrens book with illustrations. You know how they love a little touch of the gruesome. LOL.

[meicalabawen]

Thanks!

Hmm. A slightly macabre book of children's poems, all based on beings who inhabit our houses and yards, except they're underground, or under the bed, or perhaps under a bridge in the garden... gives me ideas.

[Oneonine]

Yeah... I loved the illustrations from Where the Wild Things Are.. Monsters Inc and Shrek. Kids love the macabre, not to mention us adults who refuse to grow up. I remember one I called the creaky wardrobe door monster, growing up. And the lost sock monster. Smelly sock breath, that one.

Trolls live under bridges, of course.

[Daryvas]

After reading this, I sat for a moment, lost in this little world that you created and noticed that I was smiling from ear to ear. Thank you for such a delightful inspiration.

[meicalabawen]

Thank you.

[wyeuro]

delightful ! and clever. i love it.
wyverne /|\