Notice of absence from Doggerel Dave
Not absent - still here!
Keep Calm and Carry On Poeming. 😂
Not absent - still here!
Keep Calm and Carry On Poeming. 😂
An invitation from Andy did not reach fruition -
A nip of his favorite tipple was an omission
I finally could not tolerate and thus did my own thing -
Invested in a bottle Andy assured would bring some zing
My oh my – zing it did but for all the wrong reasons;
My tastebuds told me ‘twas decayed organic accretions,
‘Earthy’ would cover it quite nicely and I, a devotee
Of single malt scotch rebalanced that against my throat’s plea.
No more; what to do? A body rub? Let’s give it a go…
It was peaty the small print bottle label declared, and so,
That ‘earthy’ might project my masculinity to someone….
But the café lady I quite fancied would disappear to the kitchen on my approach – no more fun!
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Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry Andy – I do hope you don’t have shares in Laphroaig as well….! A rhymer without much rhythm .... neither has my drinking after that....
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Good fun write Dave, as I have said we all have our own tastes so if you now rub yourself down with Auchentoshan all will be well with the cafe lady.
Andy
I'm done for, Andy. My romantic life on ruins. She won't ever get near me again.....
As for the Auchentoshan, would you be very much offended if I put that project on hold for a while...?
Not a problem Dave.
Andy
Is that quite prodigal?! lol.
Sir Orchi NS here, probably saying stuff of no relevance whatsoever. He dunno what a sequitur is.
Not really, no.
Oh you do know what a sequitur is...don't you remember? You cut it in half, like a lemon and push down and squeeze on that gadget to release the juices.
I can't find an attraction to scotch.
Bourbon and coke though..
As for using it as a cologne- not sure what you might catch
Bourbon, I'm afraid is a mystery to me...must experiment one day.
I think 'no catch' probably describes me also...
A fun read Dave yes some spirits I stay away from. (Just personal taste) Loved the piece.
Cheers Soren.
I think I owe a lot to Andy here in a perverse kind of way...
Ok DD, let's not mess with Andy's choices. Each man can choose his own bottle, some prefer to breast-feed. As for the cafe lady heading for the kitchen upon seeing you, she was probably just getting your favorite supper. So let's lay off of the hard liquor and just raise a pint. - Phil A
To get the practicalities away first, Phil: Nah – my favorite meal was served by the kitchen hand. When I peeped into the kitchen, my lovely had the back door open slightly with her head outside breathing deeply.
As for the rest, as an octogenarian I feel I might be coming the full circle, returning to childish ways…In that instance I‘ve got some breast feeding to look forward to…… Yum!
Excellent. I enjoyed this.
Thanks Thomas.
Clever. Nice work.
Cheers Dan.
I think you just proved the old saying
one mans meat being another man poison ..
Dunno about 'proved', but I'd certainly agree with the proposition.....
Great fun write Dave! 😄
I'll drink to that! 🍷
Thanks for sharing my friend! 😁
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Cheers, skol and all that then, Thad.
Hahaha, you riot! Nothing like one man's treasure being another's trash, this translated to actual cologne! My la! You're too fun. Pity she didn't find herself attracted and hankering for what you yourself couldn't tolerate. Charming, excellently rendered with lovely imagery, this is too good. Thank you very much for sharing.
Hey nice to find you here, Missy - didn't think I'd bump into you out here in the wilds of my back catalogue like this. Quite a surprise.....
Thanks - I'd almost forgotten.
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