What stories emerge of the future true?
What tales rise forth from the darkened wet?
What twists and turns are yet to be met?
To know your future, first know your past
There’s geographical, historical mystery
That surrounds the roots of this ‘Yorkshire’ tea
With comb-lined bushes till horizons seen?
Where are warm rainfalls to soak rich grounds,
Infused with aromatic nutrients found?
plucking carefully-eyed foliage for their basketed backs?
A milky-skinned jolly Yorkshire laddie it be?
No, sun-kissed Indians and Chinese gather this tea
Consuming this beverage with ceremonial art
Only in the 1660s did Charles II then think
To popularise this…ahem…‘British’ drink
Draining resources with pillaging hands
Then PG, Tetley & Twinning capitalised the lie
That theirs was the world’s ‘best’ sugar-lumped chai
They tried to sway their cultural appropriation plot
But no, I’m not fooled by how they dare
Associate eastern herbs with West Yorkshire!
Brown truth storms in your brittle cup
So as the days swirl into what will be
Know the genuine roots of your future tea.