<u>Tea</u>


    It’s a funny little ritual, this drink that I adore.


    Two spoonfuls of inedible crushed leaf in a pot. Just add water.


    If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    Bitter-steeped refreshment. Mellowing but with a buzz.


    From Japan to the UK, such a cultural fuss.


    To keep calm and carry on, a wise man puts the kettle on.


    Such gentle addiction, drink it bittersweet


    Unfortunately due to the shortness of this poem I was unable to post it without this note as RoyalRoad is not exactly built for a poetry archive. I fear that this note may become a common sight after each poem though I should at least be thankful I haven''t written much in the way of Haiku.