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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 9/12/2017 6:11:00 PM
A funny write with good rhyme and cadence. Thanks for sharing.....Pat
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Date: 8/7/2017 7:50:00 PM
You know your tea--good work!
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Date: 8/7/2017 6:46:00 PM
Fun poem, Kevin. I know the other kinds, but I have never had Yorkshire tea.
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JAN ALLISON
Date: 8/7/2017 7:24:00 PM
It's REALLY delicious Agnes:-) hugs jan xx
Date: 8/7/2017 6:34:00 PM
I love tea but have not used a tea pot in years - oh Yorkshire tea is really delicious very strong I really love it:-) hugs Jan xx
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