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This is about me and my dad, having a conversation with him in my head.
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To being rather a fussy type
You know the sort, it must be right,
First you have to warm the pot
Then add the leaves, use a lot
There’s not much worse than a feeble brew
Unless of course you let it stew –
Under-steeped or left too long
Third-rate tea, well that’s just wrong!
A china cup is just the thing
From which to let the flavours sing
And lift you after a long, hard day
You know, we won the war that way
Or so my grandma used to claim
When I was young, the old refrain
Of ‘Shall we have another pot?’
Was something she would say, a lot
I drank it, though I wasn’t fond
Because she made it very strong
The way my grandad liked it, see
It was his perfect cup of tea.