Teabags, or Still Life in Retirement

Sketching my teabag
Squashed in its spoon
Still in my jim-jams
Mid-afternoon
Seems I’m an artist!
No need to dress
It’s time to draw teabags
Feels like success
While there’s herbal and lemon
And ginger and shite
Give me those Yorkshires!
Mid-day and night
Teabags are vital
Never mind art
If I haven’t got teabags
I can’t start my heart