A Cup Of English Tea
Nothing better than an English brew
A Cup Of English Tea
Some people just drink beer and wine,
No, that’s not right for me.
At the beginning and the end of the day,
All I want is my very English tea.
A cup so warm, it soothes the soul,
With every sip, I feel made whole.
No fancy drink, no cocktail spree,
Just the comfort of my English tea.
Morning light or evening’s glow,
Tea’s the only drink I know.
It’s my ritual, my simple way,
A love that stays with me each day.
My cup of English Tea.☕️
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Great 👍👍
👌nice
I love a good cup of tea with cream and sugar. Good, delicious job.