I considered sparing you this last bit of romance, but then I thought, Hey, why not ?When you’re hot you’re hot. Well… the tea is always hot anyways.
Me: Would you like some tea?
Andrew: Yes. My cup is over here.
Me: Oh, where’s the lid?
Andrew: I don’t know. It didn’t have one. That’s why you burnt me.
It’s true. I did spill a bit on him. That’s not what was so funny! It was the way he said it. Well, now I know why the tea didn’t stay in the cup. This calls for a romantic apologetic poem.
Earl Grey, Hot!
I’m sorry I burnt you
At least it wasn’t even first degree
I didn’t mean to scald you, love
Next time there’ll be a lid on your mug!
June 8, 2020
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