Cup o’ Tea
Harry Cumby

It wasn’t exactly
My cup of tea.
But since it was all
I had,
And all I was likely
To get,
I drank it anyway.

And the more I drank,
The stronger I became.

But it burned when
I pissed,
And the leaves in the
Bottom of the cup
Were not pretty.


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