Tea
Like a dose of penicillin,
beverage extraordinaire,
it warms you when you're chillin',
just relaxin' in your chair.
In times of tribulation
when you cannot see the light,
choose the tried and true libation,
a brew'll set you right.
The healing virtues of this potion
must not be misconstrued,
every Englishman'll tell ya
that a cuppa'll fix your mood!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2012
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