Tea-tottering to the toilet,
just in time;
the rhythm of the body seeks no rhyme,
just surcease
from the liquid, wish-washing, sloshing
in its flit
to git to that round white bowl, quick!
'Fore tea time
turns into pee time, and a piddle
in the middle
of the frat-filled floor spills to the roar
from teetotalers
demanding more: tea, Tea, TEA!
Author's note: Just a silly poem from early May. The U. of Kansas Student Union has Tea at 3 during the semester every Thursday. Quite a nice laid back affair. Dedicated to Michael who drinks too much tea and Jessica who thought it funny.
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