the title of this post is inspired by the image of sir vidia at home in the wiltshires, drinking darjeeling as nadira goads him lovingly with her wit and wisdom. i think they make a wonderful couple. at least that's what comes across in this article (click on post title behenjis & bhaisahibs!).
for your reading pleasure, an exercise in excruciatingly bad rhyme (read with a whince and grimace at your own risk):
SIR VIDIA'S TEACUP
if i were sir vidia's teacup
what would i be?
white bone?
gilded?
primrose?
filligree?
if i were sir vidia's teacup
how would i feel?
scalding ?
steaming?
tepid?
chilly?
would i be half empty?
would i be half full?
would earl grey
get shunted
by darjeeling's pull?
would crumbs from a scone
sink to the bottom?
would brandy be added
to combat the autumn?
would nadira's lipstick
be on the rim?
would i be thrown against
the wall on a whim?
would i be relished
like a thirsty beggar?
would i be jilted
like a one night lover?
would i be knighted
sir of cups?
or used for
measuring
sugar up?
i am sir vidia's tea cup
and this is what i say:
have you had your tea today?
