northern brew

northern brew

A Poem by Ben Walker

Sometimes in life we cry and frown

Some times in life we get quite down

But there’s one sure thing that will cheer us up

It’s milky and brown and comes in a cup

 

I drink it at least three times a day

For me it’s really the only way

I brew it black and add the milk

My body turns soft and feels like silk

 

I’m a bloody brit and I love my tea

But it makes me have to pee

But I don’t care I love it so

On a cold winters day right out the snow

 

I come from the North, its hard here at times

But the call of tea is like beckoning chimes

We’re the home of earl grey my lord and saviour

And I drink his tea, I sit back and to savour

 

When I come off the toon I drink my brew

It raises my heart stops me feeling blue

 I want the world to realise this fantastic gift

Of a hot warm brew after a grafting shift. 


© 2013 Ben Walker



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Hi Ben,you have crafted wonderful write.
I also like tea of all types:milky and brown type,just raw,raw with lemon,raw with ginger,cinnamon and clove and so on.
I am enlightened by your rhymed description typical to North.
Love the stanza most:
"I drink it at least three times a day
For me it’s really the only way
I brew it black and add the milk
My body turns soft and feels like silk"

Posted 4 Years Ago


cute! i love all the rhymes!

Posted 4 Years Ago



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Ben Walker

Newcastle, Forest Hall, United Kingdom



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