Some Wetherspoons have started handing the tea bags to you over the counter.

 

Although I might lampoon

That icon Wetherspoon’s

Your second tea was always free

It’s something of a boon.

 

They’d charge you for the cup

Just once so you could sup

A second free or even three

You just kept filling up.

 

That went for coffee too

So what I tend to do

Was fill up till my free refills

Had seen the morning through.

 

But lately what you’ll see

They’ve hid their bags of tea

You cannot do a second brew

Or 3rd or 4th for free.

 

The reason this takes place

This measure of ill-grace

They tired of theft no bags were left

They said that was the case.

 

The pub thinks they’ve been smug

But now I’ve got the bug

It’s not the tea I steal; but me?

I steal the fucking mug.