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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Nice free range poem with 23 lines ending on the same type rhymes. Did you actually throw a javelin at some point when you were a thin young man? A tubby gremlin is not fitting of you. Although you are lactose free, a wet nurse would do wonders for you.
Hahaha! Thanks, Sir.
Throw a javelin, Tim? Only at school. And played soccer, and cricket, ran marathons, rifle-ranged, boxed, bungy jumped (Oh no, that later years later[/drunk]) Hehehe! None of them (apart from the marathon) successfully! The boxing, I held a 100% record though… I lost every bout!
Now, a wet nurse… oh yes!
Cheers!
You were quite active. At least you were consistent with your boxing. A wet nurse and reminiscing is definitely in order.
Hear hear!
I do not know why ‘only the average, gain success and drink gin.’ You would have to ask my 92 year old mother, as she did all three, just leave out the average part though, if you are anticipating a civil conservation.
You outdid yourself here. This is excellent.
Average, oh, sorry.
sorry, meant conversation……
Ah, I thank you petal. I reckon you did it to make me feel betterer abut all my errors? Bless yer!