Old Dick and the Swearmonger’s Daughter
He was so good
with words
but then, always
had plenty
to choose from ..
Since she,
had a mouth like
some old
thesaurus filled
with foul,
long forgotten
cuss words,
blasphemies
and such n such ..
She could
turn the air bluer
than blue,
or so they said ..
But he loved her
like that
and so together
they sat ..
Making up new
rude words ..
For nowt but
their own sense
of fun and of
course, the very
coarse, crack of it ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this is not just a bit o fun .. it is a corrupted version of true events from many years ago .. my father always called Dick by everyone bar his mum, my grandma was once paid a farthing for every swearword he uttered by an old fellow in the village with a peculiar sense of humour and more money than sense, or decency .. according to legend, my father was aged five and a half at the time ... 🤍
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Comments9
Language is what it is and nowadays it can be dreadful.
Andy
I don't necessarily agree but accept that it is now more in your face via the media
A fine write N.
KP say such words in tantrums, when I don't give her more money for botox! lol.
This must be Adventure No. 6849748 or summat in 'The Adventures of Orchi and KP'.
FFS give the gall a break why don'tcha
I gotta find some way to be horrible to her each day! lol.
I would have thought you breathing was more than enough ..
Yes, breathing on her when me guinea pigs (including me) have been eating garlic - if piggies eat garlic?What don't hurt her won't kill her. it all bounces off her anyway, with the botox! lol.
What a textured environment you grew up in Neville, rich in verbal colour. All poetry should be seasoned in such a way. No poet could be too precious after that.
Go on .. rub it in why don'tcha ... I do believe cheers are in order .. Cheers D .. N
Fantastic work. Love the story. I was reading an old dictionary one time, I came across the word, "Jack in the green" It was someone who stood in the bushes and looked in people's windows. I thought it was hysterical, so I started calling all my friends jack in the green. lol
Thanks for both the visit & the share Tom .. Neville
My mum and her family drank like the fishermen they were, and swore like the troopers they were.
Nothing I am ashamed of.
Too fooooooooooookin right mate
I love this!!! I think in my family, I'm the one who curses the most!! 🫢🫢🫢 I wish I could say I'm sorry....but NOPE!! AND I'm a proper lady.....when necessary. 😆 💜💜💜💜
no effin kiddin .. I am mightily impressed & I know you know how to behave my lady, like a lady .. & all ways .. Neville 💜
Expression that is vibrant need not be chaste , especially perfect when shared with commiserate souls
freakin digged Bobby .. 🎷🎵🎵🎶🎶🎵
You've given me the biggest smile with this one! Opposites attract and even meld when it's just right. I can imagine the fun they had coming up with those imaginative, rude words, Iand can alomost hear them laughing now. Priceless!!!
Me making you smile .. just the thought of it made me smile Bella & no kiddin .. Neville
That is a good economic policy, when words are a few and to the point! Keeps the time, energy, and emotional resources protected. I wish I were that sensible…
.. Glad you see it my way Parisab .. Muchly floopin appreciated ma'am .. 😎👍
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