You have something nice for me,
Oh, a nice hot brimming cup of tea,
That is a nice gesture a very kind act,
But I am not sick and that is a fact,
Oh you say that does not preclude,
The need for a calming tea interlude,
It does for me because I hate tea,
Tea the last thing I drink you see,
Because I hate the taste of tea,
It is something just not for me,
I do not care for tea at all,
Even in a glass icy and tall,
Not in a mug spicy and hot,
Would I want to have a spot,
Not in a cup of delicate bone china,
With what you would not serve a minor,
Do not attempt to serve it to me,
I despise the thought of tea you see.
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