If you can believe such things, they say now
that tea does not cause kidney stones – it was just
an old wives’ tale. Who are these duplicitous wives
telling such tales? What tricksters live in perfidy,
spreading lies, treason on a tongue so long deprived
of such sweet, iced beverage betraying
its watery beginning with sugary self-improvement.
My wife told me today that wine – that delicious
confection, so warm in my throat, a comforting
inverted blanket covering me inside out,
with a loving embrace – may be causing my pants
to also embrace me too close. Et tu, brute?
Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019
Often Mumbled Musings 
Hahahaha thanks for the laugh!!
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Also this reminds me of an ode I wrote to an apple tart once. It was a delicious apple tart.
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The heart wants what the heart wants …
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Ignore your wife. Trust the wine. (Writes the twice divorced poet.)
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hmm convincing argument
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It’s been a while since I came across something that made me want to write again. This is wonderful.
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That’s probably the highest compliment I’ve received ….. thanks 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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Very cleaver prose. Made me smile and laugh. Thank you well written!! Love ❤️ J
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Why thank you 🙂 Glad it got a laugh!
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