One day a pastor sat with his wife;
Under the shade of the Mopane Tree
To enjoy tea.
Times were hard;
The congregation was not giving as much;
So it was tea with no milk.
But along came the church deacon
Who was alarmed to see pastor and wife
Sipping bitter black tea.
'No, no, revered pastor;
Never shall you have tea without milk
When we your congregants are blessed
Put the black tea back in the pot
And I promise to do something about it'
So he mounted his bicycle
Rode off at great a speed
And the pastor waited in excitement.
True to his word
The deacon was back in no time
With a full large plastic bag
'Here, take this pastor;
There are lemons in there;
They help black tea taste better'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never shall you have tea without milk...nice poem kkkk i enjoyed it