Good morning Henrietta,
How do you like your tea
Dark and strong she said
And quite lemony
The turning to Marie
She replied light and mild
Maybe camomile
(even though it tastes vile)
Then turning to me
I said good morning Jack
I'll have a coffee
Thanks
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I would like to translate this poem
I was seaching for poems with the word Knight in it. I am not certain why? I am honored to have stumbled onto yours, Lady James. I unfortuately prefer wine.