Tea Time
Smoke swirls, kettle cries
Tea is poured, and guests arrive
It is quite boring
Tea is hot, mouth burns
Cry out in pain, and eyes turn
How I hate tea~time
My tongue, sore and tight
Mother says to be polite
That I've not been taught
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