I am the mischief maker
And do all those troublesome things,
But I am quick to fly away
On tiny gossamer wings.

If the string breaks on your tea bag
Then I am probably around,
And if the tea bag falls back in,
Look and I will be found.

When the tea bag dribbles on the table,
And frustration settles right in,
If you look around you I'll be hiding,
You know that you can't win.

I am always in "hot water"
For trouble is my name,
But it is with the tea bag
That I have made my fame.

When the tea bag is too hot to handle
And you quickly drop it down,
I shall be hiding and smiling
Even though you wear a frown.

I am not really naughty
Just mischievous you see,
I am never very far away
When you have your cup of tea.

Linda J. Vaughan
September 2007


The Pages of Avalon

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