Che attacks me at nights!
He frightens me with his stories
about Fidel and his cigars
And then he arranges tea-parties
In my wardrobe;
A fictional character, come up with one, quickly!
They’re all welcome
“Please, bring the flavour you yearn”,
it says on the invitation,
“and several pots of tea”
And when Che puts the kettle on,
a decent conversation
But then –
Alice has already spilled her tea
and Winnie has switched to honey (or is it weed?)
finally they all
simply pour it all
what I need
in my cup of Tea.
It lifts you (no, me!) up in the air
The genius behind Che;
'Tis merely imagination.
“But why so panicked,