Even after <br />gentle lovemaking <br /> <br />furious cuddling <br /> <br />a tempest of typing <br />intense Internet-ting <br /> <br />oil <br />(or water colour) <br />painting <br /> <br />(all done in bed) <br /> <br />the answer is <br />always: “Yes! ” <br /> <br />to that good old <br />British custom. <br /> <br />“What time is it? ” <br />you politely ask. <br /> <br />“It’s tea o’clock! ” <br />I just as politely <br />answer. <br /> <br />And, amazingly <br />it <br /> <br />always <br />is! <br /> <br />Served in a big red <br />(again in bed) <br /> <br />steaming mug <br />(our cup runneth over) <br /> <br />sugarless <br />(of course) <br /> <br />but always <br />served with a <br /> <br />kiss <br /> <br />cuddle <br /> <br />or <br />hug. <br /> <br />Sometimes all three simultaneously <br />and at the same time. <br /> <br />Oh, I like my tea <br />...me!<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-edvard-munch-always-used-to-say/
