Hi there! Please enjoy this jokey little poem that I wrote in a service station with, you guessed it, a crap cup of tea. Enjoy!
Woe oh woe oh woe is me,
For I can’t find any decent tea.
At every cafe, every stop,
I have sampled every drop,
And yet and yet and yet and yet,
Although they were both warm and wet,
Although their bags were labelled ‘tea’,
They did not taste like tea to me.
Where’s my proper Yorkshire brew?
That to a proper strength can stew,
Where the proper brown Assam,
Where that perfection – oh lord goddam!
Woe woe woe, oh woe is me,
Where can I find some decent tea?