Afternoon tea

I went to the garden centre today and boy was it hot,

and in the shade we were not.

The cafe was situated in a greenhouse and I was groaning,

because there was no fresh wind blowing.

It was so hot, I felt myself melting.

The heat was overwhelming.

So we took our treats into the garden and sat beneath a tree.

We had a scone and a pot of tea.

Or rather, I had coffee.... for the hell of it,

because I didn't care one bit.

I was reckless see,

it wasn't the perfect cream tea.

So, I opened the pat of butter and what did I see,

the stuff had run all over me.

I've never seen the like before.

Cleaning it up was a right chore.

I've never seen a butter pat melt so fast,

and as you can imagine, the repercussions were vast.

It's fatty tendrils dripped everywhere,

the only thing it missed was our hair. 

I then asked my father to undo the jam.

Then Wham!

It went all over his new trousers and he did not feel great,

especially as most of it had missed the plate.

But hey, the sun was shining and he had no need to moan,

because all the ingredients on his trousers............ added up to a free scone.