The Taste Of Tea

‘You carry me, and my load of tea,

I torture you, I do,’

Said the cup to the saucer,

It flings a taunt.

The saucer does not respond,

It is neither a vital accessory,

Nor the one that protects the cup;

It collects the spills.

There is a connect;

Both, from the cup and the saucer, tea is sipped,

Those in the know say –

The taste does differ.