Hold It, Swill Then Swallow

Hold It, Swill Then Swallow

A Poem by Neville
"

I swear this is the tooth, the whole tooth and nothing but the tooth

"

Hold It, Swill Then Swallow



When my mind starts to wander


of its own accord,


which it seems to do increasingly ..


I might just wonder,


if you ever think back to the day


when I begged half a cup


of single malt, from a neighbour ..


Indeed, I still query


what he may have thought of me


back then, had I told him


it was not for me, but for the cavity


that kept you up


all night long and in so much agony ..

 

 

© 2023 Neville


Author's Note

Neville

a lot of water has since flowed under the bridge .. the pain has gone, the tooth has gone and sadly so has she ..

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Nothing worse than tooth ache. How considerate of you to want to ease her suffering. Back in those days we often burrowed from neighbors. Usually a cup
of sugar. A half cup of malt though? You must have had a very generous neighbour. I hope your love appreciated your caring Neville?

Chris

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

2 Years Ago


He was a nice guy, an Irish bricklayer & just back from working in Russia .. He was loaded ... read more



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Nothing worse than tooth ache. How considerate of you to want to ease her suffering. Back in those days we often burrowed from neighbors. Usually a cup
of sugar. A half cup of malt though? You must have had a very generous neighbour. I hope your love appreciated your caring Neville?

Chris

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

2 Years Ago


He was a nice guy, an Irish bricklayer & just back from working in Russia .. He was loaded ... read more

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Added on November 13, 2023
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Neville
Neville

Gone West folks....., United Kingdom



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Sometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..