Tea's Me

Every morning at work

I begin my day with this little quirk.

I have to end up waiting to see

If I get a cup of tea.

You see,

This lady makes our daily brew

Tea for most, coffee for few.

There are also those of a dairy ilk

Who prefer to have just milk.

So when first she came around for my order

Sugarless, black is how I liked it I told her.

Of the expression I got, only later did I learn

That I had singularly disturbed her brewing pattern.

And after a few intermittent days of too strong a cup

I decided to give it up.

Instead I asked for the regular chai

Figuring it was well worth a try.

I couldn't really get used to the tea in my sugar,

So once again I figured it was time to approach her.

But somehow the message of a please-not-that-sweet cup a day

Seemed to have lost its daily way.

Now every morning I wonder and wait

Hoping there’s a hot cup in my fate.

Of course it’s nice when I do

But then it’s back to waiting the next day too.