Afternoon Tea
Mike Berger
The prissy lady of the house
poured me two thirds of a cup of tea,
leaving room for sugar and cream.
She seemed pleased when I
declined both.
Complimenting her on the tea, she
wore a broad smile. She observed,
she didn’t know how Americans drink
coffee; it was such vile stuff.
She asked if I would like
another cup. I told her, “Yes, very
much.“ She told me it would take
several minutes to brew a fresh pot.
The brewing would only take a minute
but cutting open those teabags without
spilling takes a little more time.
