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I do not like olives. They are the only food I have been unable to educate myself into. Just one food, Most people have more, But I will eat anything Rather than an olive, I'd rather gobble down a rotten egg. I want to like them. When the waiter brings a little bowl, Balsamic, bread and oil, I sigh and let the wistfulness kick in. They are so civilised, So summery, I feel I'm missing out - - But I just can't - They taste like mackintosh, Or shower gel, Or toothpaste gone wrong. I feel sorry for the olives, Offering a holiday vibe, A Mediterranean ambience, And meeting revulsion, rejection, (Juddery shuddering). Perhaps I am making too much of this, No-one can like everything, They will never know. Perhaps I am someone's olive aversion. Perhaps they are (Juddery shuddering) At the thought of me, right now.
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 4:30 PM UTC
Olive Aversion
I do not like olives. They are the only food I have been unable to educate myself into. Just one food, Most people have more, But I will eat anything Rather than an olive, I'd rather gobble down a rotten egg. I want to like them. When the waiter brings a little bowl, Balsamic, bread and oil, I sigh and let the wistfulness kick in. They are so civilised, So summery, I feel I'm missing out - - But I just can't - They taste like mackintosh, Or shower gel, Or toothpaste gone wrong. I feel sorry for the olives, Offering a holiday vibe, A Mediterranean ambience, And meeting revulsion, rejection, (Juddery shuddering). Perhaps I am making too much of this, No-one can like everything, They will never know. Perhaps I am someone's olive aversion. Perhaps they are (Juddery shuddering) At the thought of me, right now.
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AmandaIS
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 4:30 PM UTC
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