Tea

"Tea" by Stan Lewis

ONE DAY WE HAD TEA

A FRIEND AND ME.

A CUP OF HOT TEA

I PLACED BEFORE HIM

ALONG WITH HOMEMADE SCRONES.


BUT HE SAID THIS TEA IS TOO HOT FOR ME

I SAID I GET ANOTHER RIGHT AWAY

HE WAS NOT BEING MEAN TO ME

HE JUST WANTED TEA.

I REAPPEARED IN WINK

A CUP OF COOLER TEA

I PRODUCED RIGHT QUICK

BUT HE SAID THIS IS TOO COLD

TO PUT UPON MY TONGUE.

I SAID I GET ANOTHER RIGHT AWAY

HE WAS NOT BEING MEAN TO ME

HE JUST WANTED TEA.

I HEATED THE TEA

HE SAID IT WILL HAVE TO DO

BUT THESE SCRONES ARE CHEWY

AND YOU ONLY GAVE ME TWO.

I SAID I GET ANOTHER RIGHT AWAY

HE WAS NOT BEING MEAN TO ME

HE JUST WANTED TEA.

I HURRIED TO THE KITCHEN

AND PUT TOGETHER MY BEST BATCH

TO PRODUCE SUCH SCRONES

THAT WOULD KNOCK HIS TASTEBUDS FLAT

I SET THEM BEFORE HIM

STACK HIGH UPON A SILVER TRAY

HE SAID THESE ARE TOO FATTENING

AND WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME

YOU POLISHED YOUR TRAY.

THROUGH SEETHING ANGER

I KNEW VERY WELL

THAT HE WAS NOT PURPOSELY BEING MEAN

THAT HE JUST WANTED TEA.

I NEVER DREW THE LINE

I NEVER SAID ENOUGH, ENOUGH

THIS WAS ALL UNNECESSARY

JUST BECAUSE HE WANTED TEA.