An whimsical idea I had in my head.
I had the Devil over for morning tea;
We talked about the goings of land and sea,
Of the beauty of birds and bees,
And the souls that he had got for free.
I had the Devil over for afternoon tea;
Oh! how mesmerised by his stories was me,
The glimmer in his eyes of glee,
As he sipped his doubly hot black china tea.
I had the Devil over for evening tea;
With his demon spawn mock-smiling at me,
Running 'round the woods and up the trees,
Bouncing off branches while sliding on his knees.
I had the Devil over for midnight tea;
We laughed about playing cards with the Holy Three,
Oh, how silly and fascinating was he,
As he brought his own poker face - a mask of me.