Tea Crime Spree
Tea came percolating from the pot
Burglarizing the neighborhood clans
Moms held their babies in their arms
Above their heads for fear of caffeine
The fiend held everyone hostage
At gun point it seems without a doubt
Leaving the young to their own devices
To run or drink coffee as they will
No one questioned the authority of tea
Though it has no arms or feet
Or mind to speak of so to speak
A crime scene most fowl came about
Screamed out in the form of steam
Boiling over in the pot most odious
Whistling obscenities loud at the police
Tea’s particular proclivity towards crowds
In particular those who identify as single
Struck fear in the community at large
As tea has no time for any people
As you can see, tea don’t think
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2023
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