Tea. Poem by Tom Allport

My wife whose name is similar to bat
Is a lovely woman without her hat
She likes her tea with no lumps just milk
I often give her a wink
Each day comes and each day goes
My, my wife has lovely toes
And she wears socks to stop the cold
And has her hair in streaks of gold
I do think she would like mink
Wrapped around her shoulders bare
Cosy and warm in a fireside chair
Whilst, masticating on a raspberry puff
Straight from a cake box, said one is never enough
Now content and dying for tea
Out goes the cry, time for rosy lee