I was looking in my grandmother's old vegetable plot Searching in and amongst the fragrant sweet peas When I found an old brown mud encrusted teapot Tangled up in roots of old forgotten trees. Then I found my grandmother's old rusty ***** This had seen some action back in its day. I held the teapot close and the memories had stayed Had visions of may poles where my Gran used to play. She'd pour her tea, drink it then invert the cup Twist it three times one way and then the other Turn the cup the right way up Funny old ways hd my Grandmother. She had her special way of making a brew And I loved her such a lot Searching and recalling scenes and there are a few I found happines in an old brown teapot.