There is nothing quite as lovely as a little cup of tea
Or a not-so-little helping in a jug
It makes me warm and cozy and my tummy says, "Oh me!
I'm snuggly as a buggly in a rug!"
There's a certain kind of warmness that the mug gives to my hand
And that slips down from my tummy to my toes
And it makes me feel so happy and it makes me feel so grand
When the steam condenses on my chin and nose.
Yes, there's nothing quite as lovely as a little cup of tea
Though I'm not an Englishman or Englishgirl
And if you'll try it with me, I'm quite sure that you'll agree
And be glad at last that you gave tea a whirl.
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Yes, I am confident that I'll be the next winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature. Thanks for asking.
Excellent poem! You should write more often! (And if you are fluent, you should share more often girl)!
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