The E Tea

The English man’s tea
Must never be sloshed or dribbled
His lips slip moist and witty
The tea must be stirred
With a wooden dowel
Forbidden is the heat
That provokes no howl

Before the amber Hue
Touches cup’s bottom
The English man slapped
With a rainwashed shoe

Oh river of quivering concoction
Oh paralyzed with paroxysm
Deliver this englishman up for auction