It’s evening already and I want a cup of tea but don’t really want to make it, which is where my younger sister comes to my rescue. Here’s a little blackmail poem I just wrote for her over messages πŸ˜€

Looking sideways and looking ahead,
there is just one thing that makes me dread.
No ginger in the kitchen or no sibling to wake
to make me tea for love’s sake!


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