Tea Rota! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

We, ve got a bit of a rota,
a rota to make the tea.
There's only two people on it,
that's just June and me.
There's something wrong with the rota,
it has a bit of a quirk.
I really think that one of us
doesn't want to make it work.
You see, when I read the rota
to make a cup of tea.
It reads me, me, me, and me,
me, June and me.

by Maurice Diplock

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