Do you like a cup of tea?
A nice refreshing brew
I find that one is not enough
And often I need two
When I hear the kettle call
One click the waters boiling
At once I pour it on the leaves
Before the brew be spoiling
I take it to the table
Without a single splash
To rest beneath its cosy
And leave it there to mash
The larder holds my biscuits
A simple little snack
They soak up my first cup of tea
And now I’m going back
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a restorer is the humble cuppa. Dave. Another lovely read - thanks.