Wednesday, 17 September 2025

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Where do all the teaspoons go?

I had them in this drawer

they must be somewhere in this house

I'll have to buy some more.

But this brew, here, it cannot wait,

it can't afford to linger,

promise you won't tell a soul,

I'll stir it with my finger. đŸ¤«đŸ‘‰☕

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