Tea, tea, wonderful tea,
the more you drink, the
more you pee.
Green, black, tips and
white, the first to the
fresh pot is always a
fight.
Tea can be soothing,
tea can be awakening,
never too much
can be taken in.
Tea piping hot,
tea cold on ice
any way you drink
it is always nice.
Tea fanatic, coffee never
to cross these lips,
never adding sugar
to add to the hips.
My first blog of the year
filled with good cheer
drink up the tea,
and then post.
1 comment:
I like your poem.
Here's another for you to write: bad teas—those in tea bags, those with no flavor, those with so many flavors the tea is lost, and those taken on the run.
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