Really, dear Trainee
How hard can it be
To master the art of brewing
The perfect little cuppa tea.
Here's an idiot-proof key:
Spoons two, then steep for three
Why, still, then does this concoction taste
Like something gassy monsters set free?
You may sing me a symphony
Or even take a knee
But if you mix it up all wrong
You ain't worth a penny.
Before you call me an itch with a B
Or a real ain with a P
Hold your horses coz I'm just getting started
On that tragic mess you call coffee.
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