Alone with my tea

I wrote this one morning while, you guessed it, having a lonely tea party.  I then realized that it wasn't so lonely and I was very happy to be drinking tea and eating pie!

Alone with my tea,

Just little ol' me,

I only sip daintily.

Steam rises slowly,

Never known by the lowly,

Pure china is what I use, only.

A touch of sugar and cream,

A hint of morning sunbeam,

A perfect morning for me.

Pinky raised high,

A large piece of pie,

Just me, myself, and I!