cuppa

Killing time, over a nice cuppa

Sitting cold next to Arthur,

Tea brewing strongly.

Tied the knot in 1952, now

Tightened too flat to tell knot

From rope, you pop out to shops,

You pop back to tea, he pops

Upstairs to find his crossword. You pop

Out again for more tea from Maggie’s cups –

Same bags but the milk’s not

Not gold topped. Still, there are plenty of biscuits

Arthur couldn’t eat.