The Chinese tea,
Given by the quiet old man,
The ignorant poured all the leaves in one mug,
Unaware of the value of the dried leaves he dropped,
The leaves obviously too much for one cup.
A little dizzy,
Not to the extent of uneasy,
No, not queasy,
I feel so friggin sleepy!
This has got to be one of my toughest entries,
Attempting to write whilst the head is being silly,
Seriously, the head is hefty with the feeling of heavy,
Was it really the tea?
Some floating hours went by,
The old man was there again,
The ignorant saw him again,
He showered his praises about the leaves he gobbled,
“Come see me tomorrow”, he said
“Bring a container with you this time”, he said
More hot Chinese tea to gulp in,
The head had mixed feeling,
Though at the same time felt, “this might be interesting.”
