TO THE TUNE OF TEA (#12)

WHAT DO YOU GET WHEN YOU CROSS A GOOD MORNING, THE TALK OF TEA, AND GREAT RHYTHM?

Why tea limericks of course--Poetry about the cuppa. You all know me; love poetry, love tea. I had to do something with two of my favorites together. Yesterday I was pondering over what to post today and surfing the internet on a different subject altogether, and came across a web site (http://www.gree-tea-health-new.com/) that I wanted to look into more. Well, one of the pages on the site really tickled my fancy and was right up my alley! It inspired me to blend my favorites. Because I always want to share, I'm passing what I found along to you and hope that you enjoy them as much as I did. Then, at the end, I'm going to try my own tea limerick or two (or 3). I want you to join in and leave one in comments at the end of this post. Pay attention to limerick rhythms. They're easy to write. The pattern is an AABBA pattern, meaning all you have to do is make your first two lines rhyme, your next two lines rhyme (but different than the first two), and then make your last line rhyme with the first two. Limericks are supposed to be silly and funny, so, IOW, you're supposed to have fun with them. Let's see what we've got in store...

There once was a lad from Kilarney

Who suddenly lost all his blarney

But Gunpowder Green tea

For breakfast, then he

Soon swooned all the babes who weren't barmy.

Lu'an melon seed tea is a treat

for afternoon tea. Take a seat!

Have biscuits and jam

Or cream cheese and ham

What a wonderful reason to meet!

(This one from Jeannette @ Here Be Limerick Poems)

The Chinese believe in green tea.

It's a race I respect patently.

So developing taste

For infusions this chaste

Is exactly where I want to be.

(Last one)

A mountain-grown Spring tea for me

Exquisite to taste, as you'll see.

Darjeeling is best;

First flush is the quest

As far from hum-drum as can be.

Okay and speaking of drums, do a drum roll for me, because here are mine:

I just love tea, mostly green.

I have it when I arrive on scene.

I can tolerate black,

But I'd rather give it back

In exchange for the taste of light, crisp, clean.

I introed my girls to Darjeeling,

Assam, and the like; what a feeling!

They have a cup everyday.

What can I say?!

Our tea bill will be through the ceiling!

And my last, people (I know you want more, but I must end it somewhere:)

The Japanese give us Sencha Fukamushi

(Hey, I could probably drink that with sushi!)

Though I too love Oolong,

(With it, you can't go wrong)

I can't get past how SF does do me!

(I know, all you English fanatics, the last line of the above poem is not grammatically correct. It's a limerick; it doesn't have to be. Fun reigns, remember!)

Go ahead; don't be scared; make my day--sip a cup and hear the poetry rhythm in your head, then...WRITE!