I’m feeling particularly brave about writing here today, so here is my contribution to bad poetry everywhere:

Tea, tea, tea, tea, can I tell you how much I love thee?

You warm my hands, my heart and my soul

From my fingers way down to my weary toes

If I’m in a bad mood or just upset

You’re there to soothe me and make me forget

All the worries on my mind

To you I’d like to make a shrine

Earl Grey, English Breakfast and Cinnamon spice

I can’t decide so I throw some dice

Whichever flavor I happen to drink

I rarely pour you down the kitchen sink

I like you brewed, the old fashioned way

A tea bag will do if I’m in a cafe

There’s nothing in the world I look more forward to

Than sharing my sunny afternoons with you

Of course, you are perfect for stormy weather

With you, there isn’t anything I can not tether