Tuesday, April 29, 2008
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.
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!