Noah's Personal Tea Trade
by , 02-06-2009 at 07:46 PM (979 Views)
If they would survive in time some way,
Noah had to save the brothers.
He called on his doves to guide him, and he'd say
"I have need of my fair and rude lovers.
I must find the path that will secure me a bay
Where I can soon deboard and govern."
The doves led him to a resplendent beach
Filled with a tisane of fragrant low trees
And Noah for their trouble held to one of peach
And there put for them a house filled up with grains and seeds.
He called his wife and they plucked fruits and flower
And she dried them in the steaming sun.
Their days were brightened by a tea-trimmed bower
and incentives for restorations were anon.
Noah would offer a serving for saving
The pining animals from running away
And spoiling the feed casks, or braving
The hot decks and washing them as to be paid
Very soon the crew had adjusted in routine
And Noah had acquired his business on the side,
A carpenter, a captain and a connoisseur of scene
In a picaresque inlet after a tragic betide.




