Tea

I write this poem last night, when I was drinking my hot tea.

It is very cold tonight,

As I am having my tea,

I watch a tiny whirlpool forms,

as I stir my hot tea.

I add sugar in it,

I like my tea to be sweet,

I check in my Twitter,

And receive a tweet.

I usually have lemon tea,

an ices on a hot day,

But my hot tea is suitable,

for this night and rainy days.

I feel quite calm,

Sitting on an armchair alone,

With my favourite music on,

Like I'm resting on a throne.

(half of this isn't true. I didn't check my Twitter and sit on an armchair)