This started out as a children’s poem and ended on a not so PG-13 note. (Or maybe I’m being overly protective of our 21st century babes who are not so much in the woods as we were!). Anyway, reproducing it here for my readers. Let me know what you think. Cheers.

There was once a teabag 
The orange pekoe kind 
More shy and timid little leaves
Would be hard to find

She sat in her little bowl 
With all her other tea friends 
Raspberry and watermelon
And Lemon tea with mint

They tried to talk to O. Pekoe
But she would turn away
Wrapping her little string around 
Her cream coloured sachet 

Then one day the tea bags saw 
The handsome Earl grey gent 
He sat in his silver foil 
Scented and Elegant

They looked at him whispering
And twirling their little strings 
While O. Pekoe sat primly there 
Now and then peeking at him 

Then came the lady of the house 
And put the kettle on 
The teabags rustled in suspense 
Who’d Earl Grey have along?!

Earl Grey sat gracefully 
Inside the china cup
Wearing his special perfume  
Waiting for his tea time love

And then out of the blue
Orange pekoe was lifted up
And placed alongside Earl Grey 
In the pretty China cup

They smiled at one another 
Their strings twirling in love
The perfect pair to ever make  
The nicest tea in a cup.