Cup Of Tea?

Cup of tea? Cup of tea?
It's a clarion call.
In my house we always drank
coffee; I'm not sure why -
maybe my parents just preferred it
and my infant cups may go some way
towards explaining my jitteriness now.

Other people drank tea, and their houses
felt secure, relaxed, happy, stable...
the fourth little pig who cemented together
all his people and things with steaming cups
of hot tea with milk.
Builders' tea, they call it
over here.
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