Hour Twenty-three \u2013 Pick the title of a book that you love. That title is now the title of the poem. That poem can be about the book directly, or indirectly, or it can use the title as a jumping off point and be about something else entirely.<\/p>\n
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He was nothing like Ove, my dad.<\/p>\n
He was never grumpy.<\/p>\n
Handsome, uniformed, sometimes frumpy.<\/p>\n
Ove would not get his Scotland and England mixed up.<\/p>\n
Or prefer his tea in a handled, saucered cup.<\/p>\n
Dad did. He often did.<\/p>\n
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His first visit here then.<\/p>\n
Expecting men in white<\/p>\n
at an oval green.<\/p>\n
Heck, he expected to see the queen<\/p>\n
stroll around with Bertie and Jeeves.<\/p>\n
Instead, he marvelled at coos, gorse and fallen leaves.<\/p>\n
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He spoke to the local village shop lady<\/p>\n
in his best fake Oxfordshire English.<\/p>\n
He did the same when he went to get chips \u2018n fish.<\/p>\n
\u2018Dad, this is Glasgow, we don\u2019t do posh here.\u2019<\/p>\n
(I almost said dinnae there,<\/p>\n
you can\u2019t live here and not speak some local).<\/p>\n
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Back in his own land, he introduced me as his<\/p>\n
\u2018Daughter from England.\u2019<\/p>\n
Twinkling at my fury, he would<\/p>\n
tease, with old familiar ease.<\/p>\n
And make up a song about a posh Macintosh.<\/p>\n
Ove would not do that. Oh gosh, no.<\/p>\n
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Ove had more gravitas.<\/p>\n
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But they twinkled the same.<\/p>\n
These two darling men.<\/p>\n
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