High tea

Bow down to me,

its my day says she,

her emotions waver like the sea,

while she prepares some high tea.

The queen is always watching,

and she is expecting,

a show from the flocking,

under the sun scorching.

Its happening in an old house,

in the outskirts of Nairobi,

somewhere you know,

where you have been before.

You probably forgot your invitation,

so you wont be able to attend,

the girls dresses keep changing,

and the people are seated far apart.

No eating too much,

lest you finish food for others,

the bathrooms are white,

but you carry your things.

There is no sharing,

no room for hiring,

we are all securing,

a spot in the queens wedding.

Her skin is flawless,

her eyes are magnificent,

she is a spectacle to behold,

as she moves around gracefully.