What’s Your Cup Of Tea?

What’s your cup of tea?

For me it has to be Twinings English Breakfast tea. Milk and two sugars thanks! I’d have to see your teaspoons to confirm the sugar amount officially though. There are some rogue-sized spoons, either too big or too small, on the streets today. *said Goldilocks! 🙂

twinings english breakfast tea

It’s one of the little pleasures in life. Tea is my favourite drink. I’ve drunk it for as long as I can remember. I grew up on loose leaf tea, but find tea bags so much more convenient. I still have fond memories of teapots though; particularly my Grandma’s. She always had a self-knitted tea cosy on hers. The wool was lovely and warm to the touch and kept the pot active for long enough for us all to have a brew or two.

I’ve gone through all manner of tea bags to find my one true match, and Twinings English Breakfast has my heart. I don’t think I’ve drunk another brand in the last seven years at least. I am so particular about it, that I carry some in my handbag…. just in case an impromptu brew opportunity should arise!

So, dedicated to my favourite tea brand and to the nation’s favourite drink as a whole, here’s a little poem about tea.

Ode To Twinings English Breakfast Tea

No greater pleasure can there be
Than a cup of English Breakfast tea.
Boil the kettle, get your cup
Add the bag and fill her up.

Let it steep; infuse to taste.
Take your time, no need for haste.

Do you take sugar?
One lump or two?
Lots of milk?
Or will just a splash do?

Then find a place
(Your favourite spot)
Sit back, relax
And drink the lot.

A note of caution,
And only one,
Be sure to drink it
Before the heat has gone.

It’s a rite of passage
That we all go through;
The mistaken gulp
Of an ice cold brew.

So, those slurps excluded,
No matter what time of day
A nice cup of tea
Blows the cobwebs away.

Whatever the weather
The sun instantly starts shining
From the contents of the cup
When you experience the joy of Twinings.

Ode To Twinings English Breakfast Tea is a poem by Ms Moem.

This is post 58 of 100 blogs in 100 days.
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Don’t Judge Me In My Grief | Poem

don't judge me in my grief | poem by ms moem

Don’t judge me in my grief.
Please don’t assume no outer gloom
Means that I’m at peace.
Don’t judge me in my grief.

Don’t judge me in my grief.
My arms don’t flail, and I don’t wail;
emotions raw and gnashing teeth.
Don’t judge me in my grief.

Don’t judge me in my grief.
Please don’t expect, or think of me less
Because you don’t see my release.
Don’t judge me in my grief.

Don’t judge me in my grief.
A mask on the exterior of a broken-hearted warrior
Conceals what’s underneath.
Don’t judge me in my grief.

Don’t judge me in my grief
At the end of the day, I must find my own way,
No matter your beliefs.
Don’t judge me in my grief.

Don’t judge me in my grief.
This trial will never cease.
You cannot save me from the waves.
Don’t judge me in my grief.

Don’t Judge Me In My Grief is a poem written by Ms Moem.

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