Coreline

Coreline,
why the whine?
Can't you see
cups of tea
are a must,
or else must
settles in,
then it's din
and chagrin;
what a trap!
At the clap
of my hand
you must stand;
walk on out,
sing and shout,
prance around;
humor found.
You'll do well
not to dwell
over here;
do you hear?
Come along
don't take long;
powder nose,
cover toes;
bistro's near--
come on dear,
let us dine,
Coreline.