Friday, September 2, 2016

Hot tea | DeBarros 60/30

Sweat a bead, don’t get wet drinking tea.  

Oh me, I didn’t know I needed an oven mitt, just to handle this tea.

So hot, my hands want to reject it like a Dikembe Motumbo shot.  Steam from brew, so hot, my thoughts perspire like Dick Tracy going after a clue.  

Who would knew I’d have to figure out the temperature of boiled water - call me a hot water gum-shoe.  Temperature on outside of the mug - hot’s true.  

No one uses the teapot any more - pot’s blue.  

Bag of leaves captured in porous bag, leaves crushed like a cushion with your ex sittin’ there with her butt…


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