Liquid wisdom in
A jumble of tones
An indoor picnic
With chewy stones
Syrup downs as
Ice cubes float
A straw strikes through
an aloe vera coat
Honey fragrance and
Fruity fresh blended
An appetizing smell
Hunger and thirst ended
Variety is the spice
How can a store
So little serve
A thousand varieties
Of bubble teas
It has never been so easy
To have your dream tea
Unlimited combinations
Inspired by Eastern nations
Tapioca has so many names;
Pearls, balls, beads and jewels
Some you can chew
And some pop juice
A western mind
Cannot compute custard
Cookies, cheese, beans and cream
In their tea, though not gonna lie
Match latte with anku beans is lush
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.
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