Betty's

Betty’s


Wanting to escape the Ilkley noise,
A famous teashop of charm and poise.
Reputed to be of best british tradition,
Because of service and condition.
I went in, to join the queue,
Silent steps on carpet new.
Escorted along with a friendly arm,
By a willing waiter of cheeky charm,
Delighted sights before my eyes –
Poised politeness and endearing sighs,
I sat at a table of pure white linen,
Teapot twinks and silver singing.
Sunlit streams dancing on glass
Suddenly startled when people pass.
Speciality menu landed in my hand
Proudly displayed the “Betty’s” brand,
Having my appetite sufficiently whetted
The perky penguin surreptitiously vetted
My eyes as I waited scanned the rooms
Old fashioned music in the background croons
Napkins on knees and plates that clatter,
Light little laughs and enjoyable chatter.
Triangle sandwiches of cheese and ham,
Fresh baked scones with cream and jam.
Chinese, Indian and English teas –
“Shall I be mother?” “Oh yes dear – please!”
Slowly slipping liquids of gold,
Measure by measure before it goes cold.
The crystal crockery shone in the sun,
Catching the crumbs of each little bun,
Clinking chintz and twinkling teacups,
Polite little ladies, hiding their hiccups
I relaxed after finishing my food,
Convivial conversation lightening my mood,
The waiter appeared as if on cue,
”Is there anything else I can do for you?”
I gave a nod and ordered the bill
“Please come again” – “I certainly will!”
Out to the till and out through the door,
Wondering why I’d never been before!


Chrissie Nash 2011