Anon

Down to the Butter Market, for a cup of tea,

Pop up into Chadd's cafe for another one or three,

Wander to the Bus Station and nip in for some char,

Then back up to Ascari's, it's really not that far.

The Tudor tea rooms next, The Marches, Gaffers too,

A cuppa up at Nutters - oh, I need the loo.

Going posh, the Castle Pool, for sarnies dainty and so thin,

A quick stop round the corner - that old grocers, with just one table in.

Scraping round the Barrels -'Sorry no tea served,'

The tealess wastes of St Owen's Street, stoically endured,

Until at last the Alma Mater, the Queen of Hereford tea,

The Empress proud and splendid, the glorious Regency.