When upon this book my gaze did light,
There is one thing I did not have in sight -
That I should now need to invest
Time and talent in a poetry contest!
`Tis tea I love! I thought as I chose the book
So let me give it just a look.
So on my lap I opened it wide
And through its pages my gaze did ride.
Now, I take tea strong and with a bag,
Not for me loose leaves for there is a time lag,
Endlessly in a total hurry
I swig my tea and off I scurry.
Tea in this volume comes in colours,
With exotic names - Russian Caravan amongst others.
Sexy and evocative are the poems wrought,
"Was it worth it?" That's my thought.
But to gourmet palates I must concede,
For them, this is a stimulating read.
Scented teas are prettily described within
So to scorn the book would be a sin.
There are many poems within the book,
They seem too numerous at first look,
But the verse is reasonable and they do rhyme
And with Miss Pouchong I did some time.
But in my view the heathen must be addressed,
The novice who knows not just what is best.
To this end, I do perceive
A glossary would ignorance relieve.
So back to Tetleys now I go
Packed in bags with perforations so
That my drain does not block with a leafy wedge
And I can brew in a cup (or so I allege).
But as a gift to the vicar I must state,
This little volume is just great,
Ladies who lunch should also not eschew
This book for it is for YOU.