The ironclad-min-biting beetles, I’ve had to avoid,
They’re quick, and refuse to be destroyed,
Nowhere left that I’d not disinfected and scoured,
They move faster than flipping Concord!
Failed efforts to conker them, left me losing my sanfroid,
Fly spray, bleach and boiling water utilised and deployed,
The result? Next day, an even bigger-beetle hoard!
I ordered from Amazon, beetle-killing pads, effective I was assured,
When the van arrived it had none on board!
Soon I was hindered, and very annoyed,
Liberty Virgin Global, left my life in a void,
The internet connection was again destroyed.
Curses and oaths emanated from my thyroid,
So often, I was frustratingly forced to be internet underemployed!
I wished I had in my prescriptions, something made from Opioid!
I haven’t heard the term “Double Dutch” in a coons age, or maybe even as far back as a prior life in the 16th century. Of course, not being one of the keenest, clearest or most articulate users of the language called English, I think it’s fair to say I’m probably bilingual in Double Dutch/English. With that gibberish out of the way, your week in rhymes is fantastic. I would also like to note you look quite good on the Apple MacBook in the first graphic.
Thanks, there’s not many of us bilingual in Double Dutch/English blokes left, you know.
Glad you got a laugh from the ode, Sir.
That graphic, I used a photo of my head from about 20 years ago, that could explain things. Hehehe! TTFN.