All the tea in china,
Brewed to hot is bitter,
Medicine for some,
Poison to others,
Even in America,
Fancy porcelain,
Will not alter that fact,
It might deceive the eye,
And tasteful expectations,
Bitter insight you might gain,
Diluted it’s a weepy brew,
But it takes away the sting,
Sharp edges will then fade,
Around the tongue, the mouth,
Then later in the loo,
The well that fills such teapots brew,
Surely adds to taste and colour,
But taxed severely in the boil,
Two lumps of sugar not it spoils,
That is, if tea you drink, you do
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I like my tea iced
I like my beer cold
And plentiful
Loo wins every time
Patrick
Regis
I like!
John
Are you running out of things to write about?
~W~