
He divides his week between one place and another
He’s an equivocator
a fence sitter
in two minds on most matters
he will not have his head served on a platter
bifurcated as Errol Flynn’s moustache
but with none of the dash
He divides his week between one place and another
He’s an equivocator
a fence sitter
in two minds on most matters
he will not have his head served on a platter
bifurcated as Errol Flynn’s moustache
but with none of the dash
it’s never good to take a seat on the fence
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you got that one right, Beth — and thanks for tackling a poem that I think very few understood 🙂
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Wishy-washy, flip-floppy, two-faced. The simile is delightful – as bifurcated as Errol Flynn’s moustache. Love it.
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thank you: I fell in love with the simile and just knew I had to do something with it 🙂
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“Oh Errol …
I would give everything,
just to be like him.”
~ Australian Crawl
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yes; one of my favourites too 🙂
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