No Coffee, Tea Please Poem by Tan Pratonix

No Coffee, Tea Please

Rating: 4.2


(**A humorous rant while the kettle descants**)

I attribute the decline and fall of America
to their obsession with coffee.
Sad that Americans have never liked tea.
They are addicted to beans,
But most prefer leaves.
*Two leaves and a bud
Invigorate the blood.

Tea stimulates.
Coffee depresses.
No matter how many flavours coffee comes in,
there's nothing to beat a bracing hot cuppa -
chai in India;
in Japan, ocha;
(which translates as 'O Chai! How I love thee! ')
That explains the Japanese Tea Ceremony.

Oh, the fine art of brewing tea!
there's nothing to beat it.
I drink two cups of tea daily.
Morning and evening,
Occasionally with toast, biscuit or cake;
But even without these accompaniments,
The tea tastes great!

If I ever drink a cup of coffee,
Starbucks or Coffee Day,
be it Cappuccino or Cafe Latte,
I don't feel good; I feel quite low.
Coffee depresses,
compounds the stresses.

(I make an exception to South Indian Filter Coffee,
taken in a small steel tumbler and davara*,
right after a breakfast
of hot crispy dosa or idli and sambar;
the coconut chutney
goes great with *kaapi.
(Which explains why the Tamil is jolly and happy.)

(Filter Coffee is a decoction made by brewing finely ground coffee powder
in a traditional filter, to which is added a cup of boiling milk with sugar. The hot filter coffee is poured back and forth between the davara and the tumbler in large arc-like motions of the hand, creating a lovely froth at the top. Wiki.)

But enough about coffee! Brewing tea is an art.
If you get it just right, with the tea and milk
blending into a beverage for champs,
there's nothing like it.
(Coffee gives the cramps.)

I will never forget the tea I drank
at Holy Cross Church, Perambur back in '64
(over fifty years ago) .
Brewed in a large bhagona over burning firewood,
by a big black Anglo-Indian
(whose wife left him for England)
it satiated fifty of us children (besides the women and men) :
Well, I've never tasted such delectable tea again.
The nearest that came to it in divine flavour
was Darjeeling tea, brewed in a ceramic teapot.
(O the thrilling feeling
of sipping tea in Darjeeling!)
I have drunk Assam tea in Darrang,
in a tea estate, of course;
and ginger tea in Delhi,
to clear the cold in my nose;
and elaichi tea
which is ecstasy;
and Irani tea
with biriyani;
and Gujju cha, with rich milk and sweet;
but plain tea boiled in a saucepan
is just my treat.
(But you need to get the quantities, temperature and timing right.
Under- or Over-boiled tea can be a fright!)

I hate Twinings flavoured teas, spiced masala teas,
and tea that comes in tea-bags (meant for drips) .
Worst of all is that aberration called Iced Tea,
suitable only for those who gorge on chips.
(Never use tea dust;
Or your taste buds will go bust.)
Well, I haven't even started talking about green tea,
Chinese tea, or tea worshipped in Japan -
Sencha, matcha and kotcha, sipped reverently from bowls;
Only the Japanese have understood that tea has 'soul'.

Summing up then, I would say,
'Thank God for tea! '
(And let barrels of coffee be cast in the sea!)
Tea is the drink for people who think.
Coffee's a concoction
for those with no option.
Guzzled in cafes, restaurants and stores,
Coffee's a bore.

Fresh, aromatic tea is first-rate.
Afternoon tea made Britain Great.
We will end this rant with this:
'Home is where the tea is! '

C.H.

Note 1: *two leaves and a bud: that's how the tea leaves are plucked.
*davara (da-vah-rah) is a small steel vessel in which the tumbler is placed.
**dosa, idli, sambar (sahm-baar) , chutney: traditional South Indian breakfast dishes.
*kaapi: (pron. kah-pee) Tamil word for coffee.
*bhagona: (ba-go-na) large aluminium cooking utensil.
*elaichi: (il-eye-chee) cardamom
*sufficienter: that's a real word, in Latin.
*masala: (muh-sah-la) ground spices
Darrang: a district in Assam
biriyani: a spicy mixed rice dish with mutton or chicken
Irani tea: popular in Hyderabad; introduced by settlers from Iran
Gujju cha: Gujarati chai or tea
Sencha, matcha and kotcha: different Japanese teas
'Thank God for tea! ' - Quote by Rev Sydney Smith
'Home is where the tea is! ' - Quote by J S Devivre;
Coffee is made in cafes, but Tea is brewed at Home.

Note 2: Tea went out in 1773, with the Boston Tea Party.

No Coffee, Tea Please
Sunday, October 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: humorous
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written on the occasion of International Coffee Day. I'm a tea-lover, and drink coffee only under compulsion. (Except of course with the famous South Indian breakfast of dosa & chutney or idli & sambar)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 03 October 2016

Not true that Americans have never liked coffee. Before the Boston Tea Party, tea was always the most popular drink in this country. Quite an ambitious and entertaining poem you have written, however.

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Edward Kofi Louis 03 October 2016

Tea and coffee! Thanks for sharing.

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Raymond Farrell 03 October 2016

I prefer coffee in the morning and tea thereafter, I am Canadian so we lie somewhere between the British and Americans.

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Tom Billsborough 03 October 2016

Er Sorry, Tan. I'm an incorrigible coffee drinker, tea only on sufferance! But I found your poem highly informative and your enthusiasm infectious! Coffee does produce withdrawal symptoms, I must admit. So I'm probably an addict. I think the Chinese say Pao Cha and the Russians Piot Chai to infuse Tea. very similar in all these languages. Most interesting poem but I don't think you'll convert me to tea! Prob too late!

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Kathy Van Kurin 30 November 2016

Tan Pratonix, What a delightful lesson in the lovely beverage of Tea. I thourougly enjoyed your detailed explanation of preparation, equipment, and purpose. Just a delight! Blessings Sir as I lift my own cup to you in agreement! Kathy

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Michael Walker 10 October 2016

A very comprehensive look at coffee and tea. Unlike you, I drink both coffee and tea. M.Walker.

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Seamus O Brian 06 October 2016

This is an epic tribute. Your kettle must be very slow. Byte the bye, I read this while drinking my coffee, so I hope you are not offended. I share your condescension toward mass-produced beverages (though I am not so snobbish as to not avail myself of the conveniency) , but you must try sipping a steaming cup of coffee at the first light of dawn in the old city of Antigua, from the rooftop of a converted monastery, watching the Volcan de Agua puff smoke into the blue dawn. Perhaps you've had the pleasure of sitting cross-legged on a pile of Turkish rugs in Antalia, sipping Turkish coffee- -the thought of Starbucks a million miles away Yes, life has its treasures, and many are found off the beaten path.

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Darwin Henry Beuning 04 October 2016

Tan, A wonderful tribute to tea. Thank you for the history lesson! ! I rate a 10

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Julie Smith 03 October 2016

Nice and very cool, I recently started to drink more tea it's amazing :)

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