Tea On the Brain
I love nice Southern Sweet Iced Tea,
in a glass or cup!
I try to sip it slowly
and try hard not to gulp!
The crushed ice bobbing gently,
against my tea stained teeth,
makes it all the better,
when a hotdog I can eat!
I'm sipping now while sitting here
in front of my PC,
and if you're getting thirsty,
you may soon be joining me!
Get out that little teapot.
Boil water on the stove.
And steep those family teabags,
cut lemons from the grove!
Then use that sugar freely,
to get the taste you like!
The tea will be delicious,
To me, it's worth the hike!
Copyright © Marty Owens | Year Posted 2009
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