Crumbs on the table,
Where biscuits once were waiting,
To be dipped in tea.
The tea’s sweet and black,
And its warmth flows like comfort,
On a winters day.
As complex as simple is.
Crumbs on the table,
Where biscuits once were waiting,
To be dipped in tea.
The tea’s sweet and black,
And its warmth flows like comfort,
On a winters day.
A glorious day,
Good for this bank holiday,
I enjoy this time.
Some tea and biscuits,
Taste so good and sets the scene.
Of me relaxing.
Biscuits in my tea,
Really make me think, yippee!
Tasty morning snack.
My love is music,
That’s in perfect harmony,
Hitting the right notes.
Notes cascading down,
Like tunes down a waterfall,
Crash in harmony.
It’s evening time,
On the train now speeding home,
Work finished for now.
I will soon be home,
Tea and biscuits and relax,
Things to do for sure.