“I tell ya,” sighed Mabel, “if I had a pound everytime someone said your name sounds old…”
“It’s quite an old name though,” pointed out Polykeet.
“Well, yes, but I’m not that old,” grumbled Mabel. “Sometimes it’s enough to give me a bit of an existential crisis.”
“Ah,” replied Ploykeet. “Now if I had a pound for every time I had an existential crisis…”
Mabel was aware of a pause and turned to a drooping Polykeet.
“I’d know the true value of the bleak absurdity of life,” cried Polykeet.
Little Fears 
Dig it. Mabel, Mabel get your elbows off the table. Yeah, the name has provenance where I’m from. Thanks for making and sharing.
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Haha, yeah. I have a dog called Lily whos names good for telling off. 😛
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Why does a polykeet suffer from Existential crisis?
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Is she a worm or a sea polykeet? 😀
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Heavy thoughts, indeed, Polykeet.
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Sea’s gonna tide, Polykeets gonna have crises.
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Deep
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In thought and under the sea. 🙂
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But would Ploykeet? As the crises would not stop coming, nor would the pound… that’d get very heavy. 😉
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Arf. The pound will be as far down as the polykeet worms at Brexits rate…
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The absurdity of life, aye, the absurdity of the Universe itself.
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And the absurdity of pounds for questions. 🙂
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