A little poem I wrote one day in the distant past while awaiting my favourite beverage in a local cafe.
The teapot arrives all shiny and silver
A red cup and saucer awaits
As the milky liquid is poured into the cup
Steam swirls and the spicy scent drifts into my nostrils
A drop of honey
Now to stir and sip it's heady flavour
It's warming goodness fills my body and delights my soul
Can you guess what my favourite drink is?