A WW2 Poem: About the beautiful British cup of tea.

Cup of Tea, Cup of Tea You Are Just the Thing for Me

No Milk, No Sugar, It’s just Great Fancy herbal ones I hate

(No Chamomile I say for me No Parsley in My cup of Tea)

No Mint, No Thyme, No Red Red Rose Just Give Me Normal by the Hose

So keep your ration Book in Hand And we’ll drink tea across the land

And an extra cup for Granny too And all our dashing lads in blue.