Tea

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

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

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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.