Now my rhyme is ended

Come again next year and see

That there may be other things missing But there’ll surely be plenty TEA. RB.M.

P.S.

Now the waitresses had finished And a grand clean-up was made And everyone looked as pleasant As though never a word was said.

The above was published in a Summerside paper Talk about troubles

I have them galore

A lot of my friends

Don ’t smile anymore;

They pass me by

With their heads in the air

It sure makes me feel

A little bit queer.

The whole trouble is over

The Tea and the Rhyme

They blame me for wasting

My valuable time.

Some said it surely was awfully rash And was surprised at the Editor Printing such trash.

If ever again I take time to compose

It will be about the deep SEA

the WIND or the ROSE

Never again will I write about Tea

As long as my senses remain within me. Flora Belle Milligan

and maybe this will be the last history

the O’Leary Women’s Institute will sponsor especially if it brings troubles galore.

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