Mary Loria thought me up,
While going through a pregnancy.
Earl Grey tea, vanilla syrup,
With milk of choice and you've got me.
The tea is hot, the milk is steamed,
The vanilla's for flavoring.
Found by accident, Mary deemed
Me very well worth savoring.
Even after her babe was born,
I was a starter for her day,
Enjoying me first thing in morn,
A down me pick up, one might say.
Good too for minors, I'm no grog.
I am fondly called London Fog.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem