Cup of Tea
This late lamented cup of tea
Now as cold as cold could be
Stares up at me so wistfully
Why did you not drink me?
He thought; an era of leaf duration
When brought from a tea plantation
To cure all ill’s if English nation
He now sits still in exasperation
I was brought to replenish thrust
Like, when water on a desert burst
Your throat coughs reminds of hurt
The benefits of tea again you skirt
So as you type or right; think of me
That once hot now cold cup of tea
Usurped of all its responsibility
So sad to think it’s the drain for me.
© Phil Golding 23/06/2007
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