It's not a castle but it's pretty close
Any place we chat at is a tea time brunch out in the foyer.
Meanwhile our husbands are off ruling the kingdom.
With every whispered conversation,
And all the loud and uncontrollable laughter.
There a heart is always open
To here about heartache and the occasional trifling Trina.
If somehow your hands are grasping onto a branch,
And below there is nothing but death.
I sure hope you won't call me
rest to sure, your body
Will be at the bottom of the cliff.
But I promise you, with a quick text I will come as fast as I can with a rope
And a gun threatening the heathen who pushed you off the cliff.
Until that day comes I will not hesitate to invite you over for tea time
And we will talk about all our wonderful stories in the castle.
