a cuppa at the end of october

a group of three
we gather round the kettle
it's only a kind of billy
but a large one too big
to swing around our heads
held by the handle
as the bushmen of the outback do
but we have our special ways
and each take our turn to grow it
and to stir
that seems only fair

the tea is thick and sweet
an acquired taste perhaps
but we have most certainly
acquired it
with its bubbles boils and rising steam
the ingredients suggest themselves
within the fragrance
not for the weak at heart this brew
calls out it shouts for character
and we have all of that and more
you don't live the life we do
and not grow character I believe
my face my nose grows longer
every time I draw the steam
it doesn't do a lot for beauty I know
but
I can't resist it
that deep pleasure
dear heart it makes me smile
it makes me laugh out loud

so good its wonderful to be alive
at midnight
glowing with the rising moon
and this cup of special tea

ah
please excuse me
if I cackle

~

Happy halloween to all,

Fangs Faust