Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Ramblings of the Thirsty.

Just a paper bag,
Contained within is life, leaves,
Staring down the oxidants,
Are the antioxidants.

That means nothing to me,
Someone must understand,
Why we believe we need,
Things we need not.

But the larder contains within,
No trace of Ceylon's finest,
There isn't even any Lipton,
I'm let down by a friend.

Usually so reliable,
Until now so dependable,
But I'll have to go home,
Because there is no tea.

3 comments:

chez said...

Mmmmmmm tea. SMILING the biggest smile.

SkyeMJ said...

I think this poem should be called 'The addicts Lament' haha!

I am just as bad - no chai, no Skye!

Debbie said...

Great poem Simon... I must admit I am a tea addict and if you don't have any in the cupboard you really don't know me...