A Poem about Tea and Coffee

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I’ve always been a tea drinker,

my mum a notorious sipper

and early morning back doorstep thinker.

 

Tea is love

like a really great hug

when you’re tired and cold

it warms you up

and whispers courage to your soul

just to let you know

you’re gold

 

Now coffee isn’t kind

I found when I was toeing the line

it spits in your eyes

and screams you haven’t the time

for all this messing about

now sort yourself out

caffeine violently insists

you’re better than this

just clench your fists

and you can do it.

 

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