On the NaPoWriMo prompt of Love and Wine:
I was slurping my much-adored ration of wine
And, all in all, feeling that things were just fine,
When something soft suddenly buzzed in my mouth –
I only just stopped it from going down south!
I spat out with vigour and there in the glass
A fly I espied, doing breast-stoke with class.
In these sorts of cases some options arise.
For, after recovering from the surprise,
I know there are some folk who would not have spat,
But simply ingested whatever ‘twas that
Had entered their tipple, and then carried on
As if nothing strange down their gullet had gone.
And yet other ones, if they spewed the thing out,
Would glug it back down, with no shadow of doubt;
While others would fish it out, flick it away,
And carry on drinking, all happy and gay –
But of these fine fellows the ones nearly worst
Are those that suck all of the wine off it first.
But worst of all are, with no question at all –
The ones who have habits must surely appal –
Whose love of their vino is so very great,
That loss of a smidgeon they won’t tolerate,
So, wholly disgustingly, quick as a wink,
They squeeze the fly thoroughly into their drink.
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My granddad would have said “A bit of extra protein is good for you.” I’m a bit squeamish about goggas swimming around in my drink. I would have passed it to hubby, who has no such qualms, and would have done the same as yourself.
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yuk! squeezing the fly out! tell me you don’t do this?
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Yuk! I would have done the same as Happy Hugger! Free protein or not. 😦
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Not enough Scots ancestry, probably!
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Only 1/4 Scots, 1/4 English, 1/4 Irish and 1/4 German – no wonder I’m so mixed-up!
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That should make enough Scots to slurp the flied wine!
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Only if you can serve a little flied lice with it!
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Ah, a favourite Shine-knees dish!
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I really simply must admit that
After reading the squeezing fly bit
It all became quite a horror story for me
With a positive ending though, I see
At least the fly died happy
With your thirst slaked indubitably
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The fly went off on a zigzag course,
And buzzing bawdily –
I thought it best not to him ingest,
And so I let him free.
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If it was me he would have woken up feeling the heel of my boot. Bravo sir, your compassion knows no bounds.
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The alcohol disinfects……surely………
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Wonderful thought!
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You have a mind like my brothers!
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*resists all temptation to enquire regarding her opinion of her brothers* 🙂
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Very wise! 😉
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I have no problem with flicking and then carry on drinking. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger right? 😉
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A germ or two here and there is good resistance-building!
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LOL!!!!! 😀 thanks for the laugh. I would have thrown it out and poured a new glass 😀
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Ah – one who is fastidious above thrifty! 🙂
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When it comes to flies, yes 🙂
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And particularly the ones that open with buttons or zippers! heehee
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🙂
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Yuck
.a good rhyme and well told
But. On the subject I am not sold
Not keen on vino anyway
So i ,d have thrown the lot away
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Eek! This is blaphemy indeed
From one who, wine of, has no need –
One can but deeply sympathise,
And decently avert they eyes.
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Sorry if my words thee offend
But I,ll send my love to recommend
That drinking tea is what I do
I shall leave the vino drink to you
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… but I drink tea and coffee, too!
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I read this to Jock who said it reminded him of Eskimo Nell.
Being of feminine gender and gently brought up
I don’t know that rugbyman song at all well
But your rhyming amused me
at the same time, it confused me –
I thought on the whole I would sup.
Sorry about the wonky metre but I’ve been poeming all day, and am worn out.
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Eskimo Nell was … well … a lot more anatomi-kell! 🙂
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A brilliant poem. I hate finding flies in my wine, and always try to remove them immediately. I dearly hope I never come across those that suck all of the wine off it first.
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I still say wringing the fly out is an even worse step!
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Wine is too precious to share with flies! Set a glass of juice out next time, ha! Glad you didn’t swallow him.
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The buzzing sensation in the mouth is distinctly disconcerting, though!
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Spitting and sputtering
Musing and muttering
I’d toss out that fly
In the blink of an eye
Then carry on drinking!
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Another one with my philosophy on fly-giene!
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Brilliant! And I don’t throw out such epithets lightly.
Reminds me of the old joke:
Q. What’s worse than finding a worm in your apple?
A. Finding half a worm in your apple…
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Thenks!
Even worse was the experience, once, of half a cockroach in my tea – mind you, they do say those are edible.
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Yech. Had my fill of cockroaches when I lived in Hongkong. Especially waving their appendages on the loo seat in the middle of the night…
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At such times they are designed as a laxative, because with the ladies they scare the … oh, never mind.
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Haha! Brilliant. This really made me chuckle. That’s a true love of wine right there!! Nicely done.
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Thanks!
It ran to a greater length than I would have thought the experience warranted, though.
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hee hee. excellent. Must confess I did the very same thing as you the other day – oh not the great rhyming, but the flick it out and carry on drinking while dining!
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Yep – it has to be a fly of clean habits. I mean, it has just been for a bath!
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exactly!
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