Tea.

My wife whose name is similar to bat Is a lovely woman without her hat She likes her tea with no lumps just milk I often give her a wink Each day comes and each day goes My, my wife has lovely toes And she wears socks to stop the cold And has her hair in streaks of gold I do think she would like mink Wrapped around her shoulders bare Cosy and warm in a fireside chair Whilst, masticating on a raspberry puff Straight from a cake box, said one is never enough Now content and dying for tea Out goes the cry, time for rosy lee