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.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-09-25 at 13:24

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