I wrote this after reading one of

Stan Cooper's poems, After his friendly 

Dig about us Brits only liking tea.

A friend I never meet. R.I.P.  STAN


When some Americans
Look across the sea.
All they think they see,
Is us Brit's drinking tea.
Well let me tell you now,
It isn't me.
I much prefer,
My cup of coffee.
Then again let me say,
As I drink the tea.
My missus made,
To the last drop.
When you go out drinking,
It's called a bar hop.
I don't mean to spout;
When we Brit's go out,
It's called a pub crawl.
You must see of course,
This means our beers,
Stronger than yours.

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Written on 2021-09-25 at 13:24

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Drinking one does not exclude the rest. Perhaps, they don't that's why it sticks in their mind. It's difficult to find proper tea readily available in the U.S. Maybe Boston has left an indelible mark.