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Bionic Feelings For a Cup of Tea

I have bionic feelings for tea.
I am a metal statue,
Wearing chrome colors of gold and silver,
And a black top hat on my head.
I live in Great Britain,
In the park,
By the bench,
Under the street light,
On the granite pedestal.
My job is a statue part time,
Tea drinker,
And newspaper reader.
At night I stretch out on the bench,
And pull yesterdays paper from the trash,
The street light gives me good reading,
And a cup of tea attains my attention.
I sit,
I read,
I drink tea.
I know when morning comes,
The sky turns a milky grey,
And tired yawns echo the streets.
Mornings were as cold as wintry metal,
In Great Britain,
In the park,
By the bench,
Under the street light,
On the granite pedestal.
But, my tea is still warm like the rising sun.
I climb onto my granite pedestal,
And wait for my visitors.
The children gawk,
With mouths wide open.
The business men run past,
With suitcase and coffee in hand.
What a nasty, foul drink it was.
I just wanted to jump down,
Smack the coffee from his hand,
And try to knock some sense into him.
The thought of coffee nearly made me gag.
But then I think of the pleasant aroma of tea,
And my mind calms down.
Then I wonder when the day ends.
I nearly break my eyes trying to tell the time.
I look at Big Ben in the distance,
The clock is round like a tea cup,
That finally strikes midnight.
I hop off the granite pedestal,
And roll down the hill.
Then I click my heels,
And do a little jig.
I swing around the street light,
Like I’m singing in the rain.
I wave my finger above my head,
I’ve got the world on a string.
I hop onto the bench from behind,
And pull yesterdays paper from the trash.
But the tea doesn’t attain my attention this time,
For I realize how lucky I am.
I have a free paper,
Plenty of company,
A reading light with no electric bill,
And best of all,
I have tea.
My eyes wander back to the front page.
I sit,
I read,
I drink tea.

Author notes

This was a poem I wrote in 8th grade for our poetry unit. My teacher, who is also a writer and has published a book, found my ability to write poetry quite unique. This poem and another (I hopefully will post later) were her favorite ones. I hope you like it.

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  • Bionic Poet
    April 2, 2008
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    There was something about this that I liked.


  • whispernthedark Greeters member
    March 22, 2008

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    I don't love tea as much as you, but I can't stand coffee either Great write, wonderful imagery. Thank you for entering the contest, good luck.

    ♥
    whisper


  • e m i l y
    February 29, 2008

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    I love tea.
    I don't know what else
    to say really.
    But your poem was calming.
    Haha. For me at least.
    Good job.

    -Emily


  • The Slant
    February 27, 2008

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    it is very interesting and a cute concept. i kind of wish there were some deeper emotion or meaning behind it. but it is refreshingly innocent. i really like the title. good write. thanks for entering.


  • xXLifelessLindseyxX
    February 3, 2008
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    I did like this. Thanks for entering.


  • warrior-eagle
    January 27, 2008

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    I did LIKE THIS. It was very different
    and told a story as a poem.
    Good work here,
    are you British?
    I liked how you ended with the
    drinking tea and thr reading the newspaper.
    Good work

    ..Simply Me♥

    P.S God bless you


  • SugarCandyKittyKat
    January 26, 2008
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    Yes,truly a piece of it's own kind,quite cute!

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