Dry, and lifeless, they go in.
Pop the kettle on till it shouts.
Tipping in, pipping hot,
twirls and swirls they dance about.
Infusing its essence, they straighten out.
Settle some minutes, they blend the drops.
Sip a cuppa, tummy warms up.
Bin the tip and wash them out.
Here we go round, once more and about.
I need to do something fun or I'll seriously bore out. Bleh :P
The Journey Continues
9 years ago
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