Jenny Teapot
I loved you once, Jenny Teapot,
Until that love turned sour.
You poured the finest Yorkshire Tea,
On the hour, every hour.
But the love we had, went off the boil,
In a most disappointing way.
Betrayed by your affections,
For Darjeeling, Assam and Earl Grey.
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