Poppy Tea

Can't drink too much poppy tea

                    Spilt it down my dressing gown 
                              with a frown 
                          On my nightgown
   
                         You and me poppy tea
      
                    Pee pee you and me wee wee
                      Sea sick sorrow borrow
                Cups with brass handles and moldy 
                  clay woven through the fabric 
                  of your stitched up mind material

                             Pins and needles
                             Sins and beetles

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