Tea

  It’s a funny little ritual, this drink that I adore.

  Two spoonfuls of inedible crushed leaf in a pot. Just add water.

  Stolen story; please report.

  Bitter-steeped refreshment. Mellowing but with a buzz.

  From Japan to the UK, such a cultural fuss.

  To keep calm and carry on, a wise man puts the kettle on.

  Such gentle addiction, drink it bittersweet

  Unfortunately due to the shortness of this poem I was unable to post it without this note as RoyalRoad is not exactly built for a poetry archive. I fear that this note may become a common sight after each poem though I should at least be thankful I haven't written much in the way of Haiku.