Freshly brewed

The Addiction

Sweet Tea, that’s right, sweet, iced tea,

I’ll admit I have an addiction to thee,

With ice and lemon, in my favorite cup,

Freshly brewed, not instant, I drink you up,

Refreshing and tasty, on a hot summer day,

Sweet and cold, I like you that way,

It’s a Southern tradition and it’s in my genes,

With barbeque on a bun, coleslaw, and baked beans,

With steak and potato or chicken and rice,

Or with a juicy cheeseburger and fries sounds nice,

At a picnic, or a ballgame or at a fish fry,

Sweet tea, you are my coffee, I don’t know why,

Would I drink you, sweet tea, hot from a pot?

No, certainly not!  I would certainly not!

 Sweet, iced tea is my beverage of choice,

“Ok, I’m an addict!”, (said in a loud voice)

Sweet Tea, that’s right, sweet, iced tea,

I’ll admit I have an addiction to thee!

Tammy Harvey

Written:  February 1, 2017