A Little Thing Spoils Appetite

A little thing spoils the appetite. Mine and face just had to become tight Dulled what had been luminously bright Because the matter was far from light... What was it, again? Oh yes, Hot Tea! I'd been asked to tea: Some two cups free; What giver would want from me: 'Agree'. Cups if I tasted down on my knees! Gingerly placed before me kettle I free to finish it or take little; But before I could saw host's spittle And to simply reach kettle battle... Speeding car in a herd of cattle.