Tea Time for Maggie

Nurse, bring me my tea!  Doctor, bring me some scones!  I want my tea hot, bloody hot and strong!  We do not have scones?  Then bring me some cake!  I have guests a coming and nothing to serve!  Napoleon, Mr. Roosevelt and The Queen are expected, so open the gates!  No, I do not want medicine, it does not taste nice, it makes me forget my hostessing rites.  What is that jacket you say I should wear?  It does not compliment my complexion nor match my hair.  What is this room?  Oh no!  It will not do!  There is no room for the dancing we do.  I hate this decor.  There is nary a lamp or even rugs on the floor!  Look!  Here are my guests at the door and no tea has arrived.  There are no crumpets, no coffee, no pies!  Where is the Fiddler?  Oh, here he is!  Fiddler, play a tune sweet and low. Fiddler, where is your instrument? All I see is your bow.  Wait, a bow it is not, it is a needle terribly sharp.  Nurse, make humble my excuses to the guests, for I do not feel well, really need rest.