my sweetie brings me sweet tea

oh honey you put too much honey in the tea
that you served him
and ignored the warning
(they tried to warn you)
that more than a spoonful of sugar
could have this discerning effect
but the illuminated glass reflection
accentuates the pleasantry of your
visage crowned with careless curls
so your heart-shaped glass sort of overflows
and the water spills over the edges
whetting his appetite and his sleeve
then when dry, his tongue suffers the
harsh, barren conditions
associated with drought
and the windmills in his mind slowly turn
bitterly reminding him that he can't
handle all this tea

it's staining his teeth