19 July 2012
Teabags, F*** you all around! My mother drinks you by the pound! You're so gross, so sweet and thin, My mom would put some whiskey in! And then, she'd make awful, dumb sounds.
You make plain water utter hell, Although my mother, you compel, You won't catch me sipping away, Not tomorrow nor anyday! I'd prefer water from a clean well!
You come in many disgusting flavors. All of which my mother savors! Well, mint and mint green, Bark or lemon keen. Tea is not much in my favor.
You couldn't push me, strong or tough, To drink the horrid, nasty stuff. My mum spends her time wasting away, Whiskey tea in her hands, she spends her day. Because of the Tea, our relationships Rough.
So thats why, tea You should solemnly be Sorry for living, But i'm not forgiving. You wrecked what me and my mom can't see.
I. Hate. Teabags. • Opuss № I