CUPPA CHAR

CUPPA CHAR When the world is spinning and all logic is gone No sense of winning, and nothing to think upon Then sit down for a rest, as it’s time for a brew A cup of tea is the best, made proper and true So warm up the pot, so it is good and ready Swill water that’s hot, with a hand that’s steady Then spoon in tea leaves, one each plus one The strength one achieves, once it’s begun Boiling water poured in, then give it a stir Let the brewing begin, but too quick is a sin A few minutes later, prepare cups with milk Some prefer later, as with others of that ilk A clear golden liquid, with a subtle scent Lift the teapot lid and stir with good intent Tea leaves now sunk, time to gently pour Ready to be drunk, but slowly, it’s the law. It’s best in a china cup, yet who knows why Always drink it up, holding little finger high One makes the tea in the way that’s directed And sip it tastefully, in a manner so affected