Poem -

English Tea Time

English Tea Time

First of all
I adore
my British
Friends
so please
do not
take offense
to these
scribbles
I must
now inflict
on you

So
What the
Bloody Hell
is all
the fuss
about
with your
obsession
with
tea?

Personally
I think
you all
put too much
thought
into it
For example
having to have
different names 
for the times you 
drink tea
 Afternoon Tea,
Cream Tea
and High Tea.
Jesus Christ!
Its just tea!

Why bother?

Instead Lets Just order
a Cappuccino
or Expresso 
and  be done 
with it!
 

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pauline codd

Lol.. Yeah I like your poem.. As Tea-na days, afternoon and cream spell cakes and posh small dsrmies... What gets me and always has.. About U  S A.. is, 'The World Series, '  but its  not the world... Its Amerca.. Bless us.. 

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pauline codd

That should say '"sarnies' ie:" sandwiches. But phone writes what it wants... 

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GREG TUCKER THE...

Pauline I agree about the World Series.  It is just an Of our American Ethnocentric mentally ? 

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Anon

Love this one Gregg, being British I do love my tea!!

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Ru T

And then there's Earl Grey, Lady Grey, Lapsang, Keemun, bedtime tea, mid morning tea. We English are tea connoisseurs Greg ;-)

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