The coldly wasted glare and stare
not seen, eluding coloured peace.
Windswept nature, non-black terrain.
Frothy advert now long lost and gone,
leaving Reynard, glazed, unlikely taste
tells minted tale to Scott-ish traveller.
Feel free.
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I used to like those! And the blue packet...
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For those who really care I have been sussed. The answer as you must now know is Fox's Glacier Mints
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Concise, succinct and enjoyable.
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sweet.
Who kicked the bear in the ice hole?
That sly old fox
with a hint of mint.
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I think I detect a vulpine reference here, young Donald. The comestible in question was a rather sweet hard translucent rhomboid I seem to recall, guaranteed to rot the enamel off your teeth. Which brings me to Scotland, the nation of rotten choppers. I hope you will find time to comment on my latest masterpiece, "Parlour Song Spotting", a tribute to Scotland in every sense of the worrrrd.
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It had to be an Englishman of certain proclivities who would solve this puzzle -- although you have not named the actual animal (as it were). In admiration I have moved the little stars from 2 to 5 and hope to get over my deep swoon soon -- how's that for rhyming?
Oh, by the way, warm regards to our friend Barry Hodges when you next come across him if you'll forgive my slightly rude language.
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