Poem -

Condiment

Relish ..

                               
                                                                                         
                                                                       She sure was hot and maybe even
                                                                                    keener than he was ..

                                                                               Like mustard, he thought ..

                                                                         And her being English of course
                                                                                was something to relish ..

 

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Neville

Well I am absolutely delighted if indeed, not more than that even .. Here's a MASSIVE THANKYOU POETESSDARKLY & just for you :)

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Gwendoline

Must agree with Lisa, this made me grin. Just exceptional word play Neville and that last word, pure pukka my friend 👌

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Neville

Many thanks Gwen .. I quite like the word pukka if the truth be known .. but then I am a little one myself .. or so it has been muted on more than one occasion :) x

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Gwendoline

Why does that not surprise me Neville 🙃 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

cool beans Neville!................................................................................Jim

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Neville

Ace biscuits Jim ........................................................... Neville :)

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