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Dear Guest

At the sound of the gong you appear
to seek some welcome refreshment,
dear guests to be greeted right here 
with a cuppa is our sincere intent.

There's a flask of filter coffee 
and a pot of tea, a fresh brew,
there are also other infusions.
Now what shall I pour out for you?

You may choose decaf coffee or tea,
perhaps camomile or peppermint, 
maybe some barley cup – gluten free, 	
green tea with lemon, mango or mint,

or green tea with jasmine accents,
'revitalising lemon with ginger',
'pure fennel – all natural ingredients',
or 'wild apple cinnamon with ginger'.

Earl Grey comes in various styles,
vanilla chai or rose lemonade
and assorted red bush bags in piles.
It depends on how you'd like it made.

Then I should mention liquorice too.
You could sample 'blackberry and nettle',
or into the garden just for you
I could fetch lemon balm plus the kettle.

We've 'red berries infusion caffeine free',
hot chocolate, horlicks or ovaltine –
but these need more preparation than tea.
Oh, there's a lonesome bag lost in this tin.

To whatever I've brewed for you
I could add sugar or saccharin,
maybe milk (or soya in lieu),
then lift out the bag or leave it in.

Next time you come over to stay 
your preference I'll try to remember 
but I suspect there'll be some dismay 
with yet more choice than November.

Now I have come to the washing up, 
that Yorkshire tea is still in the pot; 
filter coffee I've poured not a cup, 
so into the sink I'll empty the lot.

Copyright © Lisle Ryder | Year Posted 2018

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