Tea Again.
Updated: Dec 16, 2020
Foreword: Tea, makes everything alright..right? I don't think it'll solve world conflict but it can't do any harm. I drink it whenever I feel the need for comfort or familiarity. As I stood in my kitchen yet again in the early hours kept awake by the pain, pins and needles, the now well practiced stir of my brew inspired this piece.
Tea Cup' a tea Cup' a char Mug' a rosie..
Boil it up At 4am Comfort the pain Feel a bit more cosy..
Dark to dawn Outside the window The mug and me Alone I stand, stir the brew for one, just me, I'm solo..
The bag it sits afloat the top Of another brew Spins around it mocks..
Me again I wearily peer
Into my brew Here again, the pain it sears..
So I go and sit with my tingles and brew Switch on the telly to try and distract me Stabbing hot needles, again nothing new..
But I've got me tea I've got me char A nice cup a rosie Is never too far...
(©) Dom Giddy 2020