How do I love tea?: a poem.
A day or two ago, thinking myself highly witty, I posted as my Facebook status: “how do I love tea? Let me count the ways.” It was a matter of about three minutes, however, before a far superior wit to mine appeared in the form of the fabulous Daniel Watkins, who hangs out over at Nothing to Report. It seems my little quip had inspired him to entirely re-write the original, classic poem as a full-blown ode to our mutually favoured beverage. The parody was so fabulous that I couldn’t help but share it with you. All props to Daniel: send your praise via @danielthew.
How Do I Love Tea? Let Me Count The Ways.
I love tea to the depth and breadth and height
my biscuit can reach, when dunking out of sight
for the dregs of being and eternal grace.
I love tea to the kettle of every day’s
most quiet need, by spoon and candlelight.
I love tea freely, as men strive for right.
I love tea purely, as they stir from praise.
I love tea with the passion put to use
in my old briefs, and with my teapot’s faith.
I love tea with a love I seemed to lose
with my lost milk. I love tea with the breath,
smiles, Digestives, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love tea better after I’ve just got in and it’s really cold outside and I can’t wait to get in and stick the kettle on and have a nice cuppa.
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