Tea, tea, wonderful tea,
a cup for you, a cup for me.
These tea inclinations,
bring on tea assignations,
I'm ready for tea totally.
Just a dollop of cream,
makes it smooth as a dream.
And some sugar?
Just one lump or two?
Oh I'll have nothing that's sweet,
it goes right to my seat,
but a wee drop of brandy will do.
We can chatter for hours,
births and deaths, baby showers.
About things when we don't have a clue.
About the neighbor's new beau,
he's a doctor you know.
By his car it just has to be true.
We'll show off our new frills,
talk of our ailments and ills,
and whether we're happy or blue.
Drinking tea, tea, wonderful tea.
A cup for you, a cup for me.
Come whenever you're able,
there's a place at the table.
The pots always on, and it's free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'd love to have tea with you some day. love Joyce
Thanks Joyce White. Tea with you would be nice. Yes :)