Cuppa Tea

I've been bad. I did promise that mondays would be something new, but because of my nieces being round mine for the week, I haven't had any time to write anything. So I'm going to have to post a filler. What could be a filler for a fiction blog? Poetry. To be precise, old poetry. I'll post something proper later, once I've gotten it done.


Cuppa tea

Sitting in my living room
My sister comes in
She is carrying
A fresh cuppa tea

It is placed on the table
Too hot to touch
Steam wisps up from it
A hot cuppa tea

I smell the smell
Of whatever blend it is
I just love that scent
A fragrant cuppa tea

I blow the surface
To cool it down
Still too hot to drink
A steaming cuppa tea

I wait five minutes
For the steam to clear
Now I can drink
A lovely cuppa tea

It passes through my lips
And over my tongue
My taste buds tell me
It’s a good cuppa tea