It all started, just a drizzle,
like the breeze through a thistle.
Vapors rising, oddly calm,
a shroud of pallor before the storm..
But what unsettled the tea cup?
The tea was probably brewed wrong?
But so it was liked, now for long..
was it the milk, or the new sugar tub?
not sure what unsettled the tea cup..
Maybe the leaves boiled too long,
or was the aroma no longer strong?
Not sure what unsettled the tea cup..
Whatever the cause, for the tea,
it surged and fell, a tyrannous sea,
incessantly it lashed, oh so tall,
till into shards broke the wall..
Then in silence the tea dripped,
on the table, a pool placid...
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