Tea And No Sympathy - Poem by Sonny Rainshine
Now, dear, let's not quarrel anymore;
in fact, love, let me pour.
This is absolutely heavenly;
from what is it made?
It's a hearty herbal tissane
of belladonna, nightshade
and a soupcon of henbane.
So soothing, so light
I think I shall sleep well tonight.
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