You're My Cup of Tea

The soldier loves his rifle,

The scholar loves his books,

The farmer loves his horses,

The film star loves her looks.

There’s love the whole world over

Wherever you may be;

Some lose their rest for gay Mae West,

But you’re my cup of tea.

Some talk of Alexander

And some of Fred Astaire,

Some like their heroes hairy

Some like them debonair,

Some prefer a curate

And some an A.D.C.,

Some like a tough to treat’em rough,

But you’re my cup of tea.

Some are mad on Airedales

And some on Pekinese,

On tabby cats or parrots

Or guinea pigs or geese.

There are patients in asylums

Who think that they’re a tree;

I had an aunt who loved a plant,

But you’re my cup of tea.

Some have sagging waistlines

And some a bulbous nose

And some a floating kidney

And some have hammer toes,

Some have tennis elbow

And some have housemaid’s knee,

And some I know have got B.O.,

But you’re my cup of tea.

The blackbird loves the earthworm,

The adder loves the sun,

The polar bear an iceberg,

The elephant a bun,

The trout enjoys the river,

The whale enjoys the sea,

And dogs love most an old lamp-post,

But you’re my cup of tea.

W. H. Auden

for you, R.

Buddy, you're my cup of tea

no matter what, Ily

Just stop saying you don't.