Tea Crime Spree

The unusual nature of tea

Tea Crime Spree

Tea came percolating from the pot

Burglarizing the neighborhood clans

Moms held their babies in their arms

Above their heads for fear of caffeine

The fiend held everyone hostage

At gun point it seems without a doubt

Leaving the young to their own devices

To run or drink coffee as they will

No one questioned the authority of tea

Though it has no arms or feet

Or mind to speak of so to speak

A crime scene most fowl came about

Screamed out in the form of steam

Boiling over in the pot most odious

Whistling obscenities loud at the police

Tea’s particular proclivity towards crowds

In particular those who identify as single

Struck fear in the community at large

As tea has no time for any people

As you can see, tea don’t think