In tepid drink devoid of taste,
the third today I’ll lay to waste
A ring of tannin has foretold
I’ll not sup tea as I grow old.
In small white cups you fill with brown,
Beneath the rim, and halfway down,
Lurk furtive creatures made of burp,
That bite the lips of those who slurp.
So pour it out and wash the cup
But fetch no more, I’ve given up:
A ring of tannin has foretold
I’ll not sup tea as I grow old.
aplaceforpoetry 
That’s a pretty major lifestyle decision, and not one I’m going to be making any time soon. 🙂
I’ve seen rings of tannin lately…. Maybe same is proof of ageing or maybe I’m getting lazier. Whatever the case I will still drink it.
Love your words BTW.
Anna :o]
Thanks, Anna. I think tea making is a skill and a ritual that could be lost. Putting the milk in the teapot is sooo wrong, and slopping tea in the saucer is a no-no for me. People have different tea preferences, but coffee seems to have stolen the limelight. Maybe we should persevere???