cheerio

being civilized
and british,
she's polite beyond
words,
saying darling or dear
in her homeland
accent,
even when angered
she finds a way
to make
it all seem not so bad,
not so bloody bad
at all.
she has her morning tea
looking out the window
to her garden,
pointing out the birds
that have landed
in the bath,
and again
at four, when the shadows
have arrived
in long wide stripes
upon the green.
perhaps a butter pie,
or fancy cookies
to tide her over
until dinner
of beef and potatoes,
perhaps
a green leaf or two
as well.