When I was young a visitor would be offered a cup of tea. A teapot would be brought out, when the tea had brewed poured into a cup standing on a saucer. Nowadays many guests prefer coffee, or one of the newer type of teas. My husband and I shove a teabag in a mug, we don't have a teapot or cups and saucers, as we never use them. I wrote this poem some years ago for my late mother.
The Great British Cuppa
No matter how you brew your tea,
Breakfast, lunch and supper,
Bone china cup or old tin mug,
There’s nothing like a cuppa.
No excuse is needed,
Breakfast, lunch and supper,
Mother put the kettle on,
We do enjoy our cuppa.
Hatching, matching and dispatching,
Breakfast, lunch and supper,
In sorrow or excitement,
There is comfort in a cuppa.
In time of war we stood alone,
Breakfast, lunch and supper,
But through it all, however bad,
We gained courage from a cuppa.
Served in palace, des res or squat
Breakfast, lunch and supper,
A bridge across the class divide
When quaffing down a cuppa.
The beverage that cheers the heart,
Breakfast, lunch and supper,
Let’s raise a toast in gratitude,
To that Great British Cuppa!
RJG
The Great British Cuppa
No matter how you brew your tea,
Breakfast, lunch and supper,
Bone china cup or old tin mug,
There’s nothing like a cuppa.
No excuse is needed,
Breakfast, lunch and supper,
Mother put the kettle on,
We do enjoy our cuppa.
Hatching, matching and dispatching,
Breakfast, lunch and supper,
In sorrow or excitement,
There is comfort in a cuppa.
In time of war we stood alone,
Breakfast, lunch and supper,
But through it all, however bad,
We gained courage from a cuppa.
Served in palace, des res or squat
Breakfast, lunch and supper,
A bridge across the class divide
When quaffing down a cuppa.
The beverage that cheers the heart,
Breakfast, lunch and supper,
Let’s raise a toast in gratitude,
To that Great British Cuppa!
RJG