I'm in the mood to experiment.

Uh-oh--right as I'm making my morning tea, too.

I shouldn't, I know, but yes, here it comes:

that feeling, that urge, that I just can't resist;

that enticing little voice that says "Just try it!"

The teapot shrieks and I'm helpless to fight it.

Here I go, once again, to "try it!"

So out comes the teacup from China;

in goes the teabag, steeping it strong;

in goes a good dash of nutmeg,

 and two big drops of lemon extract;

Oh dear! it hasn't let up, that feeling,

and in goes the ginger and a spoonful of honey.

Stir it all up and it smells... experimental.

So stir it again, close your eyes, take a sip--

Oh my.

My experiment failed, I walk to the sink,

throw the 'tea' down the drain and the cup in the dishwater.

The kettle's still hot, so out comes the mug,

yes, a mug this time, with wild mustangs across it,

in goes one more teabag and boiling water.

Steep to perfection, add sugar and cream,

and a bit of vanilla for flavor.

Aah...

Perfect, just as I like it, just as I drink it--

every morning.

You'd think I would learn my lesson eventually:

I like it this way, so why try to change it?

But alas, I know that answer too well:

I'm just not the one to let things be.

Is 'well enough' well enough, really?

How can I know if I leave it alone?

So failures and all, it's a matter of time

'til the urge strikes again, and I'm once again

in the mood for a little experiment...