Categories: uncategorized
Date: 08 September 2004 04:47:39
Why oh why, when I go to the drawer
Are there soup spoons and ladles and steak knives galore?
When all I want is a nice cup of tea
And a teaspoon to stir it, and quickerly,
Before it gets cold I must squeeze the bag
By wrapping it round with the string and the tag
Then in with the milk and a quick clockwise turn -
If I lack a teaspoon my thumb's gonna burn.