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 . F.B.M. PS. 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. 186