Sunday, January 11, 2015

CB wordle of sorts

Morning Tea

The smell of burning leaves
Jarred me from my reverie
I took a bite of my muffin
And sipped my hot spiced tea

It was smooth as a jaguar
Strong as a slab of beef
I won’t harp on it anymore
But I tag this tea as chief              

1 comment:

Sandi said...

You should write tea commericals. This was bliss!