Cups of Tea
Cups of tea increase our pleasure.
Moments that we cannot measure
Suddenly turn dark as coffee—
Are we craving English toffee?
Down we go, the house is shaking!
Moved by snow, there’s no mistaking
That an avalanche is sliding
Into places we’d be hiding
Were they splashed with gin or rum.
Aloud we pray: “Let no harm come!”
DISCLAIMER: This ditty is strictly the product of my overactive imagination.
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Posted on January 19, 2020, in light verse, Rhyming poetry, The Whirligig, Writers' Pantry and tagged aloud, cups, dark, down, harm, house, moments, moved, pleasure, snow, splashed, tea. Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.