Stirring Up Suspense
The cinnamon tea lover in me thrives
Hand-held book comes to a surprising end
Be careful reaching in the honey hives
Observing cruelty of the author’s bend
Suspense creeps in with tea and crumpets, dear,
And murder, mayhem, chaos, stirred right in
And lumps of sugar fuel our need to fear
So not to take a sip, would be a sin
That spot of tea with a delicious plot
Interesting characters, both good and bad
Protagonist fights her way to the top
It can drive your tea bags stark raving mad
Authors have that awful glint in their eyes
Because they do decide – who lives, who dies
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