We giggled in the courtyard,
Doing impressions of his coy advances.
The way he bites his lip,
His clumsiness as he dances.
His eyelids raised, revealing nerves.
He spluttered: “A beautiful undress”.
Perhaps that is what he really meant,
A Freudian slip, no less.
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In response to dVerse’s quadrille challenge #105 found here
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A very satisfying poem to read.
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Thank you! ✨
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You are welcome.
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Those slip may be what was intended.
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Perhaps indeed!
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Your quadrille has me smiling and chuckling to myself. A cute Freudian slip.
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I’m so glad! Thank you!
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Oh this was fun! chugs and sings along and brings a smile. Poor fella, didn’t know he’d get quadrilled! 😉
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Quadrilled! 😂 So glad you enjoyed it!
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Made me smile- Nicely done!
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Thank you! ✨
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Very enjoyable. I do have to ask though, eyelids, or eyebrows?
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Thank you- and interesting you ask that, originally I put eyebrows but I imagined it to be more of an involuntary expression so went with eyelids. I had battled with the wording though, and I appreciate the feedback!
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