Tea
...for my fellow Englishmen
Lanky penicillin,
beverage extraordinaire!
Warms you when you're chillin',
relaxin' in your chair.
In times of tribulation
when you cannot see the light,
choose the tried and true libation -
a brew will set you right!
The healing virtues of this potion
must not be misconstrued;
it's every Lanky's notion
that a cuppa'll fix your mood!
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