The wisdom of Guru DilmahA Poem by andrew mitchell
Guru Dilmarh,bhow do your tea leaves read today?
They read quite well thank you, and who may you be? I am the Earl of Grey, Guru Dilmah. I think you are English Breakfast! No hang on! Your aroma suggests Russian Caravan. Or maybe you are Assam gold. Don’t tell me! I find it hard to read, tea bags. Give me pot any day! Lapsang Souchong, how are you? Where there’s smoke, there’s fire! You black smoky devil you! Thank you Guru Dilmah and what news does your leaves bring today? I predict your bag will burst and your leaves will be scattered as you soak for awhile and later your leaves will be splattered in and around the front teeth of the drinker for all to see. Thank you honourable Guru Dilmah. Don’t mention it! Nothing quite like a good cup of tea. © 2024 andrew mitchell |
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Added on April 16, 2024 Last Updated on April 21, 2024 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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