At five o’clock the table’s laid,
The kettle’s boiled,
The scones are made.
The china’s polished, silver gleams
All ready for a guest it seems…
Yet here I sit,
I’m all alone,
The inbox empty,
Will no-one send a new guest post?
I’m not a very scary host.
I’ll always try to do my best
So why not come and be my guest?
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