
An Ode to the Nights Unwanted Thoughts
By Inchie
78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
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Getting your brain to turn off some nights can be an impossible task. Then some guy added some silly words of wisdom to the comments section of Inchcock’s blog: “An idle brain by day puts one in a sad way. A busy brian at night can give you quite a fright.” At least you made a downright decent poem out of your nocturnally active brain.
Hehehe!
Nicely put, Sir.
Same last night, Tsk!
But no urge to write about it or I’ll be plagiarising my own ode.
Haha!