Once upon a time in a land far away,
I promise I won't carry on with that cliche,
A girl called Amanda enamoured with a book,
With a cup of tea, retired to her nook,
She sipped her warm amber from a poppy print cup,
A polka print plate on which it nestled atop,
Given my adoration of polka and printed word,
A manicure to match wouldn't be absurd,
So here we are, the bookish manicurist and I,
I only wish my lips could sip her polka poppy chai.
