Mohammed al Suwaidi's cup of tea

Mohammed al Suwaidi's cup of tea 
has multiple and changing definitions: 
a rainy Sunday, thoughtful company, 
black hansoms, London's Constables and Titians. 
No less diverse, we find, are its negations: 
football, less than gentlemanly manners, 
dirty commuter trains and noisy stations, 
demonstrators shouting, waving banners. 
He learned the phrase in England. Now he tends 
to treat it like a cherished souvenir. 
He dusts it down, displays it to his friends, 
its many facets, clever, coy and queer, 
and milks it for the conversational leverage 
afforded by his yet untasted beverage.