no, I didn’t, Neil; will check it out; I’m a great fan of The Kinks just as my partner, who is British, is a great fan of tea; me, I prefer coffee, for which the term ‘cuppa’ is not used 🙂
I wrote it down exactly as the conversation took place; I thought, wow! that’s a weird simile: I will have to think about that — and I’m still thinking, is it a good simile or not? are secrets ‘dark and warm’?
I was about to ramble on about tea drinking but I feel so much ‘bubbling’ under the surface concerning it and words starting to form that I think I might have to do a ramble post about it! Which is good because it’s only mid blogtober and I’ve still got a way to go 😂
A lovely bit of micro poetry. 👍
I would not have been able to resist the temptation to make the last line, ‘Yes, like a soiled nappy!’
Sorry to lower the tone.🙂
John Malone 
Speaking of cuppa: do you know Have A Cuppa Tea, by The Kinks? It’s on Muswell Hillbillies, which is one of my favorite Kinks albums.
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no, I didn’t, Neil; will check it out; I’m a great fan of The Kinks just as my partner, who is British, is a great fan of tea; me, I prefer coffee, for which the term ‘cuppa’ is not used 🙂
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Thought this one might go a different way. Whew, still this dirty secret might still impress. sip and tell, John.
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I wrote it down exactly as the conversation took place; I thought, wow! that’s a weird simile: I will have to think about that — and I’m still thinking, is it a good simile or not? are secrets ‘dark and warm’?
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dark, definitely possible. Warm, not so sure. Perhaps this person’s are, but I find secrets can often be cold causing shivers.
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yes, some can be sinister, seditious, sadistic ….
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yes, but also shocking, sacred, safeguards
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true; a poem would have to be a BIG poem to cover all these options: a haiku could never carry such a weight —
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Ah, but it does, we’re just sipping at it.
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sweet
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thanks, Beth; I’m still mulling over ‘dark and warm’ 🙂
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Maybe she meant a nice secret. 🙂 Maybe she forgot the adjective.
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I’m sure she did 🙂
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Morning coffee, afternoon tea, evening wine.
I was about to ramble on about tea drinking but I feel so much ‘bubbling’ under the surface concerning it and words starting to form that I think I might have to do a ramble post about it! Which is good because it’s only mid blogtober and I’ve still got a way to go 😂
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it would make a pleasurable read — with a cuppa, of course 🙂
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A lovely bit of micro poetry. 👍
I would not have been able to resist the temptation to make the last line, ‘Yes, like a soiled nappy!’
Sorry to lower the tone.🙂
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hahaha; yes, that would have changed the tone of the poem and as we poets know, tone is everything 🙂
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Ooooh! Those secrets are tastier than the chai. 🙂
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one day I might hear them 🙂
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