Tea Talk

'Excuse me if I sit on you,' the cup said to the saucer.

  'I fear I've been here all the afternoon.'

'Spare excuses,' said the saucer; 'you have sat on me before, sir.'

  'Oh, I'll stir him up directly,' said the spoon.

'Stop your clatter!  Stop your clatter!' cried the bread-and-butter platter

  'Tittle-tattle!' sneered the tea-pot, with a shrug;

'Now, the most important question is my chronic indigestion.'

  'Ah, you've taken too much tannin,' jeered the jug.

'Hey, hey, hey!' sang the silver-plated tray,

'It's time you had your faces washed.  I've come to clear away!'