My Cup Of Tea. Poem by Mike Berriman

This cup of tea, now quite sad
Leaf tea once, alas now a bag
I taste paper, and not the tea
My friends remark, it must be me.

The shelves are stacked with boxes of bags
Multi coloured scenes of photos and flags
And most important, overlooked in haste
A good cup of tea, we have lost the taste.

I love a tea brewed in a pot
A pot of tea has got the lot
Tea from OZ and India too
The best tea taste for me and you.

Enjoy leaf tea whether hot or cold
Made from loose leaves, on this I'm sold
You can keep your tissue paper taste
For me it's brewed, not dunked in haste.

So here's to tea, leaf tea just right
A cup and saucer, a lovely sight
Hot and strong like billy tea
This is the drink for us, we three.

MB 1/2016