
I like your ugg boots, I say to the jetty.
Thank you, it says.
They look sort of … clumpy though, I say.
Well they are heavy duty.
I reckon I wouldn’t mind trying on a pair. For the beach only, of course. Where do you get them?
Well, you have to become a pylon first. You just stand around. They sort of grow on you.
Whoa, I say, don’t reckon I’m ready for that.
Suit yourself , it says.
So off I go to the store on the esplanade to get a pair, off white to match the pylons.
Be very careful, John!
In a world gone wrong
the name ‘Ugg Boots’ now
belongs to some American
company who’ll send lawyers
to steal all your money π΅
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ahh yes; I remember now all that ugliness over the ugg boots; uggly business if you’ll pardon the inevitable pun π I phoned R M Williams to check on a few things and they no longer sell ugg boots so I removed the reference anyway as it is factually incorrect
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Well, it certainly wasn’t pretty, all
that greedy grabbing for money π€
In fact, it was downright fuggly π
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LOL. thanks David
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Lovely, these homemade booties. You have to grow a pair, huh? Is it something weβre all capable of, you think? Cheers.
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not in our wildest dreams , K — but I enjoyed the chat with one of the pylons: most elucidating π if you don’t ask, you won’t find out π
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Oh man, the pier in Tybee Island didn’t quite have those boots yet. More of a studded heel look. Next time, I’ll be sure to ask.
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I looked up Tybee Island: it’s near Savannah, Georgia, the setting for ‘Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil’ the book by John Berendt and the film by Clint Eastwood . Guess you know that π
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Yes, it is also where Forest Gump ran around in the movie with his friend, Bubba. A beautiful place filled with ghost stories and antebellum charm.
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that too ; you’re so lucky to live there: so much atmosphere to soak up in your writing π
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No, I was only visiting after Christmas, but yes, it is on the same coast as me.
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Golly. What a wonderful photo and what lovely ruminations to accompany it.
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thanks Worms; when I’m on my own, like down on the beach for a walk, and I have nothing to write about, I talk to inanimate objects like the pylons of a jetty and they talk back to me π weird, huh ?
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but surely delightful!
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what a great eye and creative imagination you have, john –
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thanks, Beth: that’s a good thought to go to sleep on π zzzzzzz
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Very funny, John!
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now you know why I called my previous blog, retired in 2016, ‘The Wallah of Whimsy’ π
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Haha! Always the unexpected with your poems. Wonderful!
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I like that in writing: the unexpected —
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That’s a great photo and a nice conversation. Glad to hear I’m not the only one speaking with dead objects.
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hahaha; I often speak with dead objects: they have such good stories, unusual outlooks π
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That picture and your words. I could literally imagine the conversation. This is a witty and brilliant concoction of words and creativity, John. π
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you’ve gotta be a bit wacky to write something like this, Terveen, a trait I give full rein to in my forthcoming post, ‘That Man Looks Like You’ π
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John, youβve got style!
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thanks Neil; if I find the right topic I’m off and running
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Haha, oh I love your creativity John. ππππ
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thanks Bree: when the inspiration comes along, it’s like a wild horse under you; you hang on and go for the ride π
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Ha! Love it. The photo is priceless
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thank you: the photo is everything; once I had that, I had my subject matter and the tone: lightly comical π
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Very wittyππΎ!
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