Afternoon Tea

Having been to the St Brelade's Bay Hotel this week, here is a poem all about afternoon tea there....

Afternoon Tea
 
The sun beams down upon the bay
Outside the hotel, the tables wait
Ready for those who come to stay
Inside, waiters prepare the plate
 
And we come, take our places here
Sit on the veranda, like a honey bee
Come to feed; a tradition to endear
In glorious sunshine beside the sea
 
Now come scones, jam and cream
The tea pot, chocolate petit fours
Just like a British Empire dream
Relaxing between the Opium Wars
 
This is afternoon tea, a sheer delight
Good company, enchanting sight