Hers is green, mine's got Kermit;
Milk and hot water in our cups.
Filled up and spilling over;
Tea bag dripping on the floor.
The balanced walk back to bed;
A fight for space on the nightstand.
The first sip is glorious;
The second can't live up to it.
Author notes
About tea time. Pass the crumpits.
A contest entry
- Tea Time by JustWhoIAm.
800 points, ended January 8, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is a nice poem about everyday life and having tea. I like that you wrote about this, as it's something everyone can relate to and an unusual topic for a poem (although it was in the contest so that's probably why). If I revised this poem I'd use more poetic devices although maybe its simplicity works to its credit so they'd have to sound natural and fit in.
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Fantastique!
Haha, I love it! Wow, you just made me want some tea, lol.
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it's true about a lot of things..
it's never as good as it is at first. things flare up and fade.
fuckin life...
it's so terribly rude.
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