A Poem about tea and biscuits, by Rowan Blair Colver
I have nostalgia for my kettle
It’s been over an hour since
I put plastic to the metal
And made myself a drink
I have a yearning for a biscuit
I see them sitting on the side
Their crumble, I have missed it
Buttery sugary melting inside
I can already hear the saucer
The gentle clink of china lift
As the hot and golden portion
Moves slowly towards my lips
But then I see the kitchen sink
Spilling with cups and plates
Before I take my well-earned drink
I must wash and put away!
Rowan Blair Colver
©2015 All rights reserved.
I have nostalgia for my kettle
It’s been over an hour since
I put plastic to the metal
And made myself a drink
I have a yearning for a biscuit
I see them sitting on the side
Their crumble, I have missed it
Buttery sugary melting inside
I can already hear the saucer
The gentle clink of china lift
As the hot and golden portion
Moves slowly towards my lips
But then I see the kitchen sink
Spilling with cups and plates
Before I take my well-earned drink
I must wash and put away!
Rowan Blair Colver
©2015 All rights reserved.
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