‘Twas Polo Mint I called my first girlfriend;
Told me this was not love, let’s not pretend.
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Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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Good write Polo, erm Dave. lol.
Why was I anticipating clarity and vision, orchi??
Dunno - can't expect clarity and vision from sir Orch NS. He always goes off into utterly obscure things. lol.
Agreed completely orchi.
A back door approach is often warranted when the front door is locked. Well done Dave
Both you and the Company have my absolute assurance that no Polo Mints were harmed in the composition of my couplet. Here I intend to draw heavily on my own experience before I put out my shingle as a Marriage Counsellor.😇
Fees will be moderate should you feel the need to avail yourself, Soren.
Thanks a bunch for the call, my friend.
I wonder it they would pass as a lifesaver used them on my desk when counseled people a kind of metaphor and always watched to see if both parties in the couple took one or just one and if that one was the one that sought therapy and the other just a tag along. You are most welcome Dave
Soren, as a Master of Metaphor I cannot help but feel that on this occasion you have completely failed your brief.
Ya got me Dave it was pretty poor
"Never mind," my dear old Mum used to say, "it will all come out in the wash". There you go - I'm sure you are better qualified, and will receive more comfort from an interpretation of my mother's old saw than I, with my very literal mind, ever could.
Look after yourself.
The mint with the hole.
I just called mine, flakey, she was always raging about something.
If you will excuse the introduction of golf terminology into this dialogue, you scored a hole in one.
And alas you can possibly intuit, from the bare facts I disclose, that this first relationship of mine did not reach the flakey heights or your more mature arrangement.
Ah young love indeed! I remember the days when Polo was the sexy, “in” thing.🕊️🙏🏻
Yes, the memory grows (perhaps purposefully) dim but I feel I was possibly ever so slightly slow in assuming the mating calls of a youth striving to abandon their innocence...
Dave, this is tight and mischievous. The couplet delivers a clean metaphor, and the mock-formal note underneath turns the whole thing into meta-humor. It’s not about the mint…it’s about the hole in the middle. Smart, restrained, and funny. Love it, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Egad Sire, you have it… I feel obligated to supply you with many thanks for your unwavering support, Tristan, although tempered with a wee amount of reservation that you blew my cover completely.
Ooops! 🤣 🤭 Most welcome, my friend.
Debatable- can something meant for consumption be truly loved? Who knows!
Agreed. If we carefully parse my two lines¸ the situation succinctly reduced to the barest of hard detail after careful poetic considerations, I think it may be deduced that my partner had, for want of a better term, my number, viz: at that point in my sexual/social development my emotional maturity was sadly lacking.
Me having just given the red heart shaped like button a prod say's more than enough .. The fact this, is the first and likely to be the only time ever I leave my mark on more than just one of my peers works in the same 24 hours, quite possibly says a hole lot more .. Neville😎👍
Wot ? Yer going to be around for a while and can afford to spread yer favours?😜
(Thanks, It's good to hear from you - and I do get the tribute.)
Dry as gin and twice as sharp—you’ve wrapped heartbreak in wit and let it wink.
That little legal bow at the end only makes the sting land cleaner.
Thanks muchly for your endorsement, Thomas.
I felt at ease after my confession, felt I had nothing more to hide; folks could now begin to develop an appreciation of how far I have travelled since. Next week I open my doors as a marriage counselor. The fact that I’ve never married should not deter – you know the old analogy; a better judge of an egg than any hen…………………….
a nice and bitter sweet reminiscence...enjoyed the read
Hi Safina - thought you might come up with something like you are a very rude boy! Glad you didn't.....
never judge a book by it's cover - i may seem very predictable, but...may still manage to surprise ...
also rest assured i wouldn't dream of admonishing you publicly at any point of time - lol
so keep writing, and sharing.
Oh go on, admonish if you find a flaw - I'm about Continuous Quality Improvement!
(You can tell I've worked in organisations full of Continuous Managerial BS, can't you....)
yes, it does seem that you have faced and responded properly to a lot of BS - but i feel that you are enjoying it too -lol
continuous quality improvement - that's a good one - will strive for it too...
have a peaceful day..
Enjoy? ... How dare you!? ....OK I must admit it helps keep the blood circulating...😊
I thought you would have taken it as a challenge and faced it appropriately as it seems you can tackle it with more vigor and courage 🤔- unlike people like me who may quake when facing bs but will still reply the best of our ability 😁
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